The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried.

A mob is a society obodies, voluntarily bereaving themselves oreason, and traversing its work. The mob is man, voluntarily descending to the nature othe beast. Its fit hour oactivity is night; its actions are insane, like its whole constitution.

If we will take the good we find, asking no questions, we shall have heaping measures. The great gifts are not got by analysis. Everything good is on the highway. The middle region of our being is the temperate zone.

Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold.

Convert life into truth.

The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.

The craft of the merchant is this bringing a thing where it abounds to where it is costly.