All men are children, and of one family. The same tale sends them all to bed, and wakes them in the morning.

Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.

We know but a few men, a great many coats and breeches.

Men go back to the mountains, as they go back to sailing ships at sea, because in the mountains and on the sea they must face up.

Men have become the tools of their tools.

I hear many condemn these men [Founding Fathers] because they were so few. When were the good and the brave ever in a majority?