I do not believe in the collective wisdom of individual ignorance.

History is a great dust heap.

All men, if they work not as in the great taskmaster's eye, will work wrong, and work unhappily for themselves and for you.

How, without clothes, could we possess the master organ, soul's seat and true pineal gland of the body social--I mean a purse?

Nothing that was worthy in the past departs; no truth or goodness realized by man ever dies, or can die.

Histories are a kind of distilled newspapers.

Silence is the eternal duty of man.