“The happy Union of these States is a wonder; their Constitution a miracle; their example the hope of Liberty throughout the world.”

The rights of persons, and the rights of property, are the objects, for the protection of which Government was instituted.

War contains so much folly, as well as wickedness, that much is to be hoped from the progress of reason.

Union of religious sentiments begets a surprising confidence.

In Republics, the great danger is, that the majority may not sufficiently respect the rights of the minority.

The capacity of the female mind for studies of the highest order cannot be doubted, having been sufficiently illustrated by its works of genius, of erudition, and of science.

Whenever a youth is ascertained to possess talents meriting an education which his parents cannot afford, he should be carried forward at the public expense.

The truth is that all men having power ought to be mistrusted.

I should not regret a fair and full trial of the entire abolition of capital punishment.

Learned Institutions ought to be favorite objects with every free people.

The class of citizens who provide at once their own food and their own raiment, may be viewed as the most truly independent and happy.

The protection of these faculties is the first object of government.

They throw that light over the public mind which is the best security against crafty and dangerous encroachments on the public liberty.

If men were angels, no government would be necessary.

All men having power ought to be distrusted to a certain degree.

A pure democracy is a society consisting of a small number of citizens, who assemble and administer the government in person.

Each generation should be made to bear the burden of its own wars, instead of carrying them on, at the expense of other generations.

The enjoyments of this life are not equal to its evils.

There’s a cool web of language winds us in, Retreat from too much joy or too much fear: We grow sea-green at last and coldly die In brininess and volubility.

I enjoy thelove I receive from my fans and my audience. But I think I know what is realfor me and what is not.

Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean, The track aches only when the rain reminds. The one-legged man forgets his leg of wood, The one-armed man his jointed wooden arm. The blinded man sees with his ears and hands As much or more than once with both his eyes.

The happier the moment the shorter.

There’s a cool web of language winds us in, Retreat from too much joy or too much fear: We grow sea-green at last and coldly die In brininess and volubility.

When we depend upon organizations, we get what organizations can do. But when we depend upon prayer, we get what God can do.

It is imperative that one approaches a spiritual master, for by such association one proportionately develops his consciousness towards the Supreme Personality of Godhead.