A complete man should need no auxiliaries to his personal presence.

Who heeds the waste abyss of possibility? The ocean is everywhere the same, but it has no character until seen with the shore or the ship.

My good hoe as it bites the ground revenges my wrongs, and I have less lust to bite my enemies. In the smoothing the rough hillocks, I smooth my temper.

No power of genius has ever yet had the smallest success in explaining existence. The perfect enigma remains.

If it costs ten years, and ten to recover the general prosperity, the destruction of the South is worth so much.

When nature removes a great man, people explore the horizon for a successor; but none comes, and none will. His class is extinguished with him. In some other and quite different field, the next man will appear.

The people are to be taken in very small doses.