History, like love, is so apt to surround her heroes with an atmosphere of imaginary brightness. — James Fenimore Cooper

It should be remembered that men always prize that most which is least enjoyed. Thus, in a new country, the woods and other objects, which in an old country would be maintained at great cost, are got rid of, simply with a view of “improving” as it is called.

It is better for a man to die at peace with himself than to live haunted by an evil conscience.

In short, the magnifying influence of fear began to set at naught the calculations of reason, and to render those who should have remembered their manhood, the slaves of the basest passions.