The three great ends which a statesman ought to propose to himself in the government of a nation, are one, Security to possessors two, facility to acquirers and three, hope to all.
Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests.
That willing suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
To most men experience is like the stern lights of a ship, which illuminate only the track it has passed.
As I live and am a man, this is an unexaggerated tale – my dreams become the substances of my life.