George BancroftThinkers

Avarice is the vice of declining years.

Beauty is but the sensible image of the Infinite.

Civilization 1s 2rogress ought to be measured by the degree in which the intelligence of the common mind has prevailed over wealth and brute force.

The Conscience is the mirror of our souls, which represents the errors of our lives in their full shape.

Dishonesty is so grasping it would deceive God Himself, were it possible.

The Public is wiser than the wisest critic.

Sedition is bred in the lap of luxury and its chosen emissaries are the beggared spendthrift and the impoverished libertine.

Style is the gossamer on which the seeds of truth float through the world.