Honest men are the gentlemen of nature.

Ere yet we yearn for what is out of our reach, we are still in the cradle. When wearied out with our yearnings, desire again falls asleep; we are on the death-bed.

Fate whirls on the bark, and the rough gale sweeps from the rising tide the lazy calm of thought.

Trees that, like the poplar, lift upward all their boughs, give no shade and no shelter, whatever their height. Trees the most lovingly shelter and shade us, when, like the willow, the higher soar their summits, the lower drop their boughs.

Enthusiasm is the genius of sincerity and truth accomplishes no victories without it

Genius is but fine observation strengthened by fixity of purpose.

Whenever man commits a crime heaven finds a witness.