Great country, diminutive minds. America is formless, has no terrible and no beautiful condensation.

All sensible people are selfish, and nature is tugging at every contract to make the terms of it fair.

That man is idle who can do something better.

But the nomads were the terror of all those whom the soil or the advantages of the market had induced to build towns. Agriculture therefore was a religious injunction, because of the perils of the state from nomadism.

The machine unmakes the man. Now that the machine is so perfect, the engineer is nobody.

Science, Nature,-O, I've yearned to open some page.

An orator or author is never successful till he has learned to make his words smaller than his ideas.