More pernicious nonsense was never devised by man than treaties of commerce.

A merchant may, perhaps, be a man of an enlarged mind, but there is nothing in trade connected with an enlarged mind.

A merchant shall hardly keep himself from doing wrong.

Trade is a social act.

God is making commerce his missionary.

Wants keep pace with wealth always.

Trade’s proud empire hastes to swift decay.

Colonialism has meant selling our ore and being left with the holes.

Profit is profit even in Mecca.

A shopkeeper will never get the more custom by beating his customers; and what is true of a shopkeeper is true of a shopkeeping nation.

Money speaks sense in a language all nations understand.

The sea serves the pirate as well as the trader.

We are a commercial people. We cannot boast of our arts, our crafts, our cultivation; our boast is in the wealth we produce.