I dare say that I have worked off my fundamental formula on you that the chief end of man is to frame general propositions and that no general proposition is worth a damn.

To be forgotten is to sleep in peace with the undisturbed myriads, no longer subject to the chills and heats, the blasts, the sleet, the dust, which assail in endless succession that shadow of a man which we call his reputation.

The mark of a civilized man is his willingness to re-examine his most cherished beliefs.

Poverty comes pleading not for charity, for the most part, but imploring us to find a purchaser for its unmarketable wares.

Every now and then a man's mind is stretched by a new idea or sensation, and never shrinks back to its former dimensions.

The history of what the law has been is necessary to the knowledge of what the law is.

Old age is like an opium dream. Nothing seems real except the unreal.