If the race is good, so is the place.
The progress of religion is steadily to its identity with morals. Strength enters just as much as the moral element prevails.
The State is a poor, good beast who means the best: it means friendly.
Headwinds are sore vexations and the more passengers the sorer.
Men in all ways are better than they seem.
All sensible people are selfish, and nature is tugging at every contract to make the terms of it fair.