Genius has no youth, but starts with the ripeness of age and old experience.

All you drunkards: Put down the intoxicating Vanity Metrics.

Whose property is my body? Probably mine. I so regard it. If I experiment with it, who must be answerable? I, not the State. If I choose injudiciously, does the state die? Oh, no.

A dollar picked up in the road is more satisfaction to you than the ninety-and -nine which you had to work for, and money won at faro or in stock snuggles into your heart in the same way.

I know all those people. I have friendly, social, and criminal relations with the whole lot of them.

Where every man in a state has a vote, brutal laws are impossible.

The unspoken word is capital. We can invest it or we can squander it.