Raphael paints wisdom, Handel sings it, Phidias carves it, Shakespeare writes it, Wren builds it, Columbus sails it, Luther preaches it, Washington arms it, Watt mechanizes it.

New York is a sucked orange. All conversation is at an end, when we have discharged ourselves of a dozen personalities, domestic or imported, which make up our American existence.

Do what you know and perception is converted into character.

I can reason down or deny everything, except this perpetual Belly: feed he must and will, and I cannot make him respectable.

Genius is power, talent is applicability.

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

As many languages as he has, as many friends, as many arts and trades, so many times is he a man.