Every violation of truth is not only a sort of suicide in the liar, but is a stab at the health of human society.

If man has good corn, or wood, or boards, or pigs to sell, or can make better chairs or knives, crucibles, or church organs, than anybody else, you will find a broad, hard-beaten road to his house, though it be in the woods.

Manners are the happy ways of doing things.

Truth has not single victories; all things are its organs,--not only dust and stones, but errors and lies.

We swim, day by day, on a river of delusions, and are effectually amused with houses and towns in the air, of which the men aboutus are dupes. But life is a sincerity.

The happiest man is he who learns from nature the lesson of worship

Wisdom is infused into every form.