It is a besetting vice of democracies to substitute publick opinion for law. This is the usual form in which masses of men exhibit their tyranny.

I am on the hilltop, and must go down into the valley; and when Uncas follows in my footsteps, there will no longer be any of the blood of the Sagamores, for my boy is the last of the Mohicans.

The press, like fire, is an excellent servant, but a terrible master.

Of all the sources of human pride, mere wealth is the basest and most vulgar-minded. Real gentlemen are almost invariably above this low feeling.

The ability to discriminate between that which is true and that which is false is one of the last attainments of the human mind.

It’s wisest always to be so clad that our friends need not ask us for our names.