Men are like trees: each one must put forth the leaf that is created in him.

Sharp men, like sharp needles, break easy, though they pierce quick.

When a nation's young men are conservative, its funeral bell is already rung

The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy.

There is nothing that makes more cowards and feeble men than public opinion

. . . commerce dies the moment, and is sick in the degree in which men cannot trust each other.