Vanity costs money, labor, horses, men, women, health and peace, and is still nothing at last,--a long way leading nowhere.

In a tavern everybody puts on airs except the landlord.

A man should give us a sense of mass.

Wherever a man comes, there comes revolution. The old is for slaves.

To give money to a sufferer is only a come-off. It is only a postponement of the real payment, a bribe paid for silence, a creditsystem in which a paper promise to pay answers for the time instead of liquidation. We owe to man higher succors than food and fire. We owe to man.

Doing well is a result of doing good.

The hero sees that the event is ancillary: it must follow him.