The greatest homage to truth is to use it.

Often a certain abdication of prudence and foresight is an element of success.

Nations have lost their old omnipotence; the patriotic tiedoes not hold. Nations are getting obsolete, we go and live where we will.

We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the heart too big for the body.

Debt, grinding debt, whose iron face the widow, the orphan, and the sons of genius fear and hate; debt, which consumes so much time, which so cripples and disheartens a great spirit with cares that seem so base, is a preceptor whose lessons cannot be foregone, and is needed most by those who suffer from it most.

In the last analysis, love is only the reflection of a man's own worthiness from other men.

Every mind must make its choice between truth and repose. It cannot have both.