One is wise to cultivate the tree that bears fruit in our soul.

But men labor under a mistake. The better part of the man is soon plowed into the soil for compost.

Objects of charity are not guests.

Some, it seems to me, elect their rulers for their crookedness. But I think that a straight stick makes the best cane, and an upright man the best ruler.

Our houses are such unwieldy property that we are often imprisoned rather than housed by them.

We are constituted a good deal like chickens, which, taken from the hen, and put in a basket of cotton in the chimney-corner, willoften peep till they die, nevertheless; but if you put in a book, or anything heavy, which will press down the cotton, and feel like the hen, they go to sleep directly.

Exaggerated history is poetry, and truth referred to a new standard.