I May Say It Of Our Preposterous

The Poorest Experience Is Rich Enough For All The Purposes Of Expressing Thought

The State Is Our Neighbors; Our Neighbors Are The State.

There Is A Blessed Necessity By Which The Interest Of Men Is Always Driving Them To The Right; And, Again, Making All Crime Mean And Ugly.

Miracle Comes To The Miraculous, Not To The Arithmetician.

Very Idle Is All Curiosity Concerning Other People's Estimate Of Us, And All Fear Of Remaining Unknown Is Not Less So.