The conqueror is regarded with awe; the wise man commands our respect; but it is only the benevolent man that wins our affection.

The book which you read from a sense of duty, or because for any reason you must, does not commonly make friends with you.

How is it the great pieces of good luck fall to us?

Inequality is as dear to the American heart as liberty itself.

I wonder why we hate the past so.

By beauty of course I mean truth, for the one involves the other; it is only the false in art which is ugly, and it is only the ugly that is universal.

If ever the public was betrayed by its press, it's ours.