Talent Without Tact Is Only Half Talent.

If, On A Full And Final Review, My Life And Practice Shall Be Found Unworthy Of My Principles, Let Due Infamy Be Heaped On My Memory; But Let None Be Led Thereby To Distrust The Principles To Which I Proved Recreant, Nor Yet The Ability Of Some To Adorn Them By A Suitable Life And Conversation. To Unerring Time Be All This Committed.

Stupidity Has No Friends, And Wants None.

Printer's Ink Is The Great Apostle Of Progress, Whose Pulpit Is The Press.

The Illusion That Times That Were Are Better Than Those That Are, Has Probably Pervaded All Ages.

I Do Not Regret Having Braved Public Opinion, When I Knew It Was Wrong And Was Sure It Would Be Merciless.