All ages of belief have been great; all of unbelief have been mean.

The world looks like a multiplication-table, or a mathematical equation, which, turn it how you will, balances itself.

Man carries the world in his head, the whole astronomy and chemistry suspended in a thought. Because the history of nature is charactered in his brain, therefore he is the prophet and discoverer of her secrets. Every known fact in natural science was divined by the presentiment of somebody, before it was actually verified.

The only method to possess a buddy is always to be one.

Foolish consistencies are the hobgoblins of small minds!

We say the cows laid out Boston. Well, there are worse surveyors.

What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.[What is a sorrow? A feeling whose benefits have not yet been discovered]