Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, and one by one.

Water is the mother of the vine, the nurse and fountain of fecundity, the adorner and refresher of the world.

He who has mingled in the fray of duty that the brave endure, must have made foes. If you have none, small is the work that you have done.

An arrow may fly through the air and leave no trace; but an ill thought leaves a trail like a serpent.

Money, again, has often been a cause of the delusion of the multitudes. Sober nations have all at once become desperate gamblers, and risked almost their existence upon the turn of a piece of paper.

Every age has its peculiar folly: Some scheme, project, or fantasy into which it plunges, spurred on by the love of gain, the necessity of excitement, or the force of imitation.

Nations, like individuals, cannot become desperate gamblers with impunity. Punishment is sure to overtake them sooner or later.

Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds

Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam, Where the shrill winds whistle free.

But the sunshine aye shall light the sky, As round and round we run; And the truth shall ever come uppermost, And justice shall be done.

War in men's eyes shall be A monster of iniquity In the good time coming. Nations shall not quarrel then, To prove which is the stronger; Nor slaughter men for glory's sake; - Wait a little longer.

A heart worth loving is one you understand, even in silence.

Food is celebratory. People who don't cook don't know how much fun they're missing.

The next time you get the urge to shut somebody up because they don't see the world exactly the same way you do, take a deep breath, get out your Bill of Rights, and count to the ten amendments.

His is a loving, tender hand, full of sympathy and compassion.

Drinking goes with everything, there's always an excuse to drink. We sell beer and liquor 24/7/365 everywhere, you can buy a 5th of vodka at 3am on Easter Sunday if you want.

I loved him, but love isn't enough. All the fairy tales, the romance novels, the soap operas; they're all lies. Love does not conquer all.

A poor but humble man who gives nothing to charity is preferrable to a rich but haughty man who does.

If it wasn't for the music bein' my outlet, I'd probably be hustlin', I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to go and get a nine-to-five, I never finished high school or none of that.

It must always be considered as though spoken by a character in a novel

Don't plant your days they turn into weeds