The best university that can be recommended to a man of ideas is the gauntlet of the mob.

Nature suffers nothing to remain in her kingdom which cannot help itself.

He that rides his hobby gently must always give way to him that rides his hobby hard.

Our culture, therefore, must not omit the arming of the man. Let him hear in season, that he is born into the state of war, and that the commonwealth and his own well-being require that he should not go dancing in the weeds of peace, but warned, self- collected, and neither defying nor dreading the thunder, let him take both reputation and life in his hand, and, with perfect urbanity, dare the gibbet and the mob by the absolute truth of his speech, and the rectitude of his behaviour.

As long as our civilization is essentially one of property, of fences, of exclusiveness, it will be mocked by delusions.

But I cannot recite, even thus rudely, laws of the intellect, without remembering that lofty and sequestered class of men who have been its prophets and oracles, the high-priesthood of the pure reason, the Trismegisti, the expounders of the principles of thought from age to age.

We are a puny and fickle folk. Avarice, hesitation, and following are our diseases.