New ideas come into this world somewhat like falling meteors, with a flash and an explosion.

Though the hen should sit all day, she could lay only one egg, and, besides, would not have picked up materials for another.

I make myself rich by making my wants few.

To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning.

Cold and hunger seem more friendly to my nature than those methods which men have adopted and advise to ward them off.

A journal is a repository for all those fragmentary ideas and odd scraps of information that might otherwise be lost and which some day might lead to more "harmonious compositions."

How many things there are concerning which we might well deliberate whether we had better know them.