“Pride costs us more than hunger, thirst and cold.”

I am increasingly persuaded that the earth belongs exclusively to the living and that one generation has no more right to bind another to it’s laws and judgments than one independent nation has the right to command another.

Never put off to tomorrow what you can do to-day.

I hold it that a little rebellion now and then is a good thing, and as necessary in the political world as storms in the physical.

Every day is lost in which we do not learn something useful. Man has no nobler or more valuable possession than time.

We confide in our strength, without boasting of it, we respect that of others, without fearing it.

We in America do not have government by the majority. We have government by the majority who participate.

The legitimate powers of government extend to such acts only as are injurious to others. It does me no injury for my neighbor to say there are twenty gods or no god. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.

The issuing power should be taken from the banks and restored to the people to whom it properly belongs.

We never repent of having eat too little.

I have no ambition to govern men; it is a painful and thankless office.

Leave no authority existing not responsible to the people.

It is an axiom in my mind, that our liberty can never be safe but in the hands of the people themselves, and that too of the people with a certain degree of instruction. This it is the business of the State to effect, and on a general plan.

I’m a greater believer in luck, and I find the harder I work the more I have of it.

Tyranny is defined as that which is legal for the government but illegal for the citizenry.

I believe that banking institutions are more dangerous to our liberties than standing armies.

The natural progress of things is for liberty to yield, and government to gain ground.

When chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare.

Cold in the earth and the deeps now piled above thee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime’s all-serving wave?

Tea! The panacea for everything from weariness to a cold to a murder Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea.

There’s not much I know about forgetting. By which I mean I can hear her name from a distance; and it still breathes cold in my chest.

The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.

And when the cold comes, I swear I can feel her in my bones.

Cold is merciless. It shows you where you are. What you are.

Please the night’s cold, not her name again!