I look upon England today as an old gentleman who is travelling with a great deal of baggage, trumpery which has accumulated fromlong housekeeping, which he has not the courage to burn.

I am a happy camper so I guess I’m doing something right. Happiness is like a butterfly; the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder.

The effect of a good government is to make life more valuable; of a bad one, to make it less valuable.

What avails it that another loves you, if he does not understand you? Such love is a curse.

Duty is one and invariable; it requires no impossibilities, nor can it ever be disregarded with impunity.

And so the seasons went rolling on into summer, as one rambles into higher and higher grass.

Impulse is, after all, the best linguist; its logic, if not conformable to Aristotle, cannot fail to be most convincing.