Plots are no more exhausted than men are. Every man is a new creation, and combinations are simply endless.

Politics makes strange bedfellows.

Simplicity is making the journey of this life with just baggage enough.

One discovers a friend by chance, and cannot but feel regret that 20 or 30 years of life may have been spent without the least knowledge of him.

No man but feels more of a man in the world if he have a bit of ground that he can call his own. However small it is on the surface, it is four thousand miles deep; and that is a very handsome property.

Woman is perpetual revolution, and is that element in the world which continually destroys and recreates.

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