There is always a present and extant life, be it better or worse, which all combine to uphold.
So our human life but dies down to its root, and still puts forth its green blade to eternity.
. . . we should be men first, and subjects afterward.
No man ever followed his genius till it misled him.
The path of least resistance leads to crooked rivers and crooked men.
There may be something petty in a refined taste; it easily degenerates into effeminacy. It does not consider the broadest use. It is not content with simple good and bad, and so is fastidious and curious or nice only.