Isolation breeds conceit.

The thing generally raised on city land is taxes.

Memory has the singular characteristic of recalling in a friend absent, as in a journey long past, only that which is agreeable.

Nature is entirely indifferent to any reform. She perpetuates a fault as persistently as a virtue.

Hoeing in the garden on a bright, soft May day, when you are not obligated to, is nearly equal to the delight of going trouting.

Public opinion is stronger than the legislature, and nearly as strong as the ten commandments.

Politics makes strange bedfellows.