I count him a great man who inhabits a higher sphere of thought, into which other men rise with labor and difficulty; he has but to open his eyes to see things in a true light, and in large relations; whilst they must make painful corrections, and keep a vigilant eye on many sources of error.

Let the realist not mind appearances. Let him delegate to others the costly courtesies and decorations of social life. The virtuesare economists, but some of the vices are also. Thus, next to humility, I have noticed that pride is a pretty good husband. A good pride is, as I reckon it, worth from five hundred to fifteen hundred a year.

Eloquence is the appropriate organ of the highest personal energy.

The whole constitution of property on its present tenures, is injurious, and its influence on persons deteriorating and degrading.

Our opinions of the world, are confessions of character.

Why has my motley diary no jokes? Because it is a soliloquy and every man is grave alone.

Why should we fear to be crushed by savage elements, we who are made up of the same elements?