I am too sick to be out of bed, too crazy to sleep, and am surrounded by horrors.
Men who have great riches and little culture rush into business, because they are weary of themselves.
Where Labor stands idle ... there is a demonstrated deficiency, not of Capital, but of brains.
Apathy is a sort of living oblivion.
I am the inferior of any man whose rights I trample underfoot.
If any young man is about to commence the world, we say to him, publicly and privately, Go to the West