Severe truth is expressed with some bitterness.

Every man must walk to the beat of his own drummer.

The poet is blithe and cheery ever, and as well as nature.

Wherever there is a channel for water, there is a road for the canoe.

If I were confined to a corner of a garret all my days, like a spider, the world would be just as large to me while I had my thoughts about me.

I have found it to be the most serious objection to coarse labors long continued, that they compelled me to eat and drink coarsely also.

For an impenetrable shield, stand inside yourself