Let the river roll which way it will, cities will rise on its banks.

The less government we have the better.

The poorest experience is rich enough for all the purposes of expressing thought

When its errands are noble and adequate, a steamboat bridging the Atlantic between Old and New England, and arriving at its ports with the punctuality of a planet, is a step of man into harmony with nature.

The sea, washing the equator and the poles, offers its perilous aid, and the power and empire that follow it... ''Beware of me,'' it says, ''but if you can hold me, I am the key to all the lands.

Welcome evermore to gods and men is the self-helping man.

All is a riddle, and the key to a riddle...is another riddle.