The perfection of wisdom, and the end of true philosophy is to proportion our wants to our possessions, our ambitions to our capacities, we will then be a happy and a virtuous people.

I am not an economist. I am an honest man!

The humorous writer professes to awaken and direct your love, your pity, your kindness--your scorn for untruth, pretension, imposture....He takes upon himself to be the week-day preacher.

It used to take me all vacation to grow a new hide in place of the one they flogged off me during school term.

The man who sets out to carry a cat by its tail learns something that will always be useful and which never will grow dim or doubtful.

My faculties are decaying now and soon I shall be so I cannot remember any but the things that never happened.

The very ink with which history is written is merely fluid prejudice.