Genius is a native to the soil where it grows - is fed by the air, and warmed by the sun; and is not a hothouse plant or an exotic

Genius, like humanity, rusts for want of use.

Men of genius do not excel in any profession because they labor in it, but they labor in it because they excel

Modern fanaticism thrives in proportion to the quanitity of contradictions and nonsense it poures down the throats of the gaping multitude, and the jargon and mysticism it offers to their wonder and credulity.

Never so sure our rapture to create
As when it touch'd the brink of all we hate.

Slavery is a weed that grows on every soil.