The sense of ultimate truth is the intellectual counterpart of the esthetic sense of perfect beauty, or the moral sense of perfect good.

To the question, What shall we do to be saved in this World? there is no other answer but this, Look to your Moat.

Men are not hanged for stealing horses, but that horses may not be stolen.

If politicians would think more they would act less.

The lower sort of men must be indulged the consolation of finding fault with those above them; without that, they would be so melancholy that it would be dangerous, considering their numbers.

Being wise doth either make men our friends or discourage them from being our enemies.

A dead man is the worst enemy alive, I thought. You can't alter his power over you. You can't alter what you love or owe. And it's too late to ask him for his absolution. He has beaten you all ways.

Black(people) hold onto their God just as the drunken man holds on to the street lamp post—for physical support only.

I would never dream of killing an excellent tailor, not even to keep a secret that could endanger my life.

If you have ever been in a real tragic or sad situation, the words that come out are hopelessly inadequate and kind of cliched.

We live always under the weight of the old and odious customs... of our barbarous ancestors.

Nothing we use or hear or touch can be expressed in words that equal what is given by the senses.

I will have no man work for me who has not the capacity to become a partner.

Conceit may puff a man up, but never prop him up.

Saying is one thing and doing is another

Abiding happiness is not simply a possibility, but a duty; that all may live above the troubles of life; that worry is a poison and happiness a medicine.