The squirrel hoards nuts and the bee gathers honey, without knowing what they do, and they are thus provided for without selfishness or disgrace.

Reality is a sliding door.

We legislate against forestalling and monopoly; we would have a common granary for the poor; but the selfishness which hoards thecorn for high prices, is the preventative of famine; and the law of self-preservation is surer policy than any legislation can be.

Words are alive. Cut them and they bleed.

Sleep takes off the costume of circumstance, arms us with terrible freedom, so that every will rushes to a deed.

Trust men and they will be true to you; treat them greatly and they will show themselves great.

The world globes itself in a drop of dew.