In stating these matters, I speak an open and disinterested language, dictated by no passion but that of humanity. To me, who have not only refused offers, because I thought them improper, but have declined rewards I might with reputation have accepted, it is no wonder that meanness and imposition appear disgustful. Independence is my happiness, and I view things as they are, without regard to place or person; my country is the world, and my religion is to do good.

Seems to me people are mean or evil because they're scared, mostly, or in pain, or afraid they're going to lose something.

Evil might not prevail in the end, but it certainly doesn't fail to devastate in its time.

Some selfish people rise because some kind people haven't learned the art of saying no to them.

Fear is the devil's most powerful tool because he can't always convince a good man to do wrong, but he can paralyze his will with fright, keeping a good man from doing what is right. It eventually results in the same end.

When I count my blessings, I find you in every one.