The early and the latter part of human life are the best, or, at least, the most worthy of respect; the one as the age of innocence, the other of reason.

Genius begins beautiful works, but only labor finishes them.

Our life is woven wind.

Words are like eyeglasses they blur everything that they do not make clear.

Forms of government become established of themselves. They shape themselves, they are not created. We may give them strength and consistency, but we cannot call them into being. Let us rest assured that the form of government can never be a matter of choice: it is almost always a matter of necessity.

In these times gain is not only a matter of greed, but of ambition.

We always believe God is like ourselves, the indulgent think him indulgent and the stern, terrible.