In the North the first words are, Help me; in the South, Love me.
I hate books; they only teach people to talk about what they don't understand.
Money is the seed of money.
I do not know is a phrase which becomes us.
We are born weak, we need strength; helpless, we need aid; foolish, we need reason. All that we lack at birth, all that we need when we come to man's estate, is the gift of education.
Behold the works of our philosophers; with all their pompous diction, how mean and contemptible they are by comparison with the Scriptures! Is it possible that a book at once so simple and sublime should be merely the work of man?