Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam, Where the shrill winds whistle free.

Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds

Nations, like individuals, cannot become desperate gamblers with impunity. Punishment is sure to overtake them sooner or later.

Money, again, has often been a cause of the delusion of the multitudes. Sober nations have all at once become desperate gamblers, and risked almost their existence upon the turn of a piece of paper.

Much as the sage may affect to despise the opinion of the world, there are few who would not rather expose their lives a hundred times than be condemned to live on, in society, but not of it - a by-word of reproach to all who know their history, and a mark for scorn to point his finger at.

Three causes especially have excited the discontent of mankind and, by impelling us to seek remedies for the irremediable, have bewildered us in a maze of madness and error. These are death, toil, and the ignorance of the future.

Old Tubal Cain was a man of might In the days when earth was young.

The study of the errors into which great minds have fallen in the pursuit of truth can never be uninstructive. . . No man is so wise but that he may learn some wisdom from his past errors, either of thought or action, and no society has made such advances as to be capable of no improvement from the retrospect of its past folly and credulity.

Men of thought and men of action, clear the Way!

Every age has its peculiar folly: Some scheme, project, or fantasy into which it plunges, spurred on by the love of gain, the necessity of excitement, or the force of imitation.

There's a fount about to stream, There's a light about to beam, There's a warmth about to glow, There's a flower about to blow There's a midnight blackness changing Into gray Men of thought and men of action, Clear the way.

If happy I and wretched he, Perhaps the king would change with me.

Aid the dawning, tongue and pen Aid it, hopes of honest men!

Men, it has been well said, think in herds it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, and one by one.

Water is the mother of the vine, the nurse and fountain of fecundity, the adorner and refresher of the world.

Of all the offspring of Time, Error is the most ancient, and is so old and familiar an acquaintance, that Truth, when discovered, comes upon most of us like an intruder, and meets the intruder's welcome.

An arrow may fly through the air and leave no trace but an ill thought leaves a trail like a serpent.

But the sunshine aye shall light the sky, As round and round we run And the truth shall ever come uppermost, And justice shall be done.