Time is a blooming field: nature is ever teeming with life: and all is seed, and all is fruit.

Time flies on restless pinions - constant never.

The lemonade is weak, like your soul.

If we do not find anything very pleasant, at least we shall find something new.

Culture, far from giving us freedom, only develops, as it advances, new necessities; the fetters of the physical close more tightly around us, so that the fear of loss quenches even the ardent impulse toward improvement, and the maxims of passive obedience are held to be the highest wisdom of life.

To be man's tender mate was woman born, and in obeying nature she best serves the purposes of heaven.

Truth lives on in the midst of deception.