The love of posterity is the consequence of the necessity of death. If a man were sure of living forever here, he would not care about his offspring.

Every crime destroys more Edens than our own

it is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom.

Insincerity in a man's own heart must make all his enjoyments, all that concerns him, unreal; so that his whole life must seem like a merely dramatic representation.

We sometimes congratulate ourselves.

This above all: be true, be true, be true.

Families are always rising and falling in America.