Not peace at any price! Chains are worse than bayonets.

Wit, like money, bears an extra value when rung down immediately it is wanted. Men pay severely who require credit.

Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.

The best thing I know between France and England is the sea.

Slugs crawl and crawl over our cabbages, like the world's slander over a good name. You may kill them, it is true; but there is the slime.

He is one of those wise philanthropists who, in a time of famine, would vote for nothing but a supply of toothpicks.

Earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with a harvest.