There was never an idea started that woke up men out of their stupid indifference but its originator was spoken of as a crank.
Nothing is so commonplace has the wish to be remarkable.
Men, like peaches and pears, grow sweet a little while before they begin to decay.
Old age is like an opium dream. Nothing seems real except the unreal.
Life is painting a picture, not doing a sum.
A new and valid idea is worth more than a regiment and fewer men can furnish the former than command the latter.