It is fortunate that each generation does not comprehend its own ignorance. We are thus enabled to call our ancestors barbarous.

The stranger who receives the rare gift of human kindness holds its value in his heart forever.

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

Blessed be agriculture! if one does not have too much of it.

The world so quickly adjusts itself after any loss, that the return of the departed would nearly always throw it, even the circle most interested, into confusion.

There is no moment of delight in any pilgrimage like the beginning of it.

People always overdo the matter when they attempt deception.