Fear is an instructor of great sagacity, and the herald of all revolutions.

Heaven walks among us ordinarily muffled in such triple or tenfold disguises that the wisest are deceived and no one suspects the days to be gods.

A cheerful, intelligent face is the end of culture.

Commerce is a game of skill which everyone cannot play and few can play well.

Nature has her own best mode of doing each thing, and she has somewhere told it plainly, if we will keep our eyes and ears open. If not, she will not be slow in undeceiving us, when we prefer our own way to hers.

We cannot overstate our debt to the Past, but the moment has the supreme claim.

Imitation cannot go above its model.