Mankind are earthen jugs with spirits in them.

When an uninstructed multitude attempts to see with its eyes, it is exceedingly apt to be deceived.

The marble keeps merely a cold and sad memory of a man who would else be forgotten. No man who needs a monument ever ought to have one.

Human nature will not flourish, any more than a potato, if it be planted and replanted, for too long a series of generations, in the same worn-out soil. My children have had other birthplaces, and, so far as their fortunes may be within my control, shall strike their roots into unaccustomed earth.

Would Time but await the close of our favorite follies, we should all be young men, all of us, and until Doom's Day.

If the truth were to be known, everyone would be wearing a scarlet letter of one form or another.

Labor is the curse of the world, and nobody can meddle with it without becoming proportionately brutalized.