It is good even to be a fisherman in summer and in winter.

I have thought there was some advantage even in death, by which we mingle with the herd of common men.

To the sick the doctors wisely recommend a change of air and scenery.

I saw that the State was half-witted, that it was timid as a lone woman with her silver spoons, and that it did not know its friends from its foes, and I lost all my remaining respect for it, and pitied it.

It is the man determines what is said, not the words.

I am still a learner, not a teacher, feeding somewhat omnivorously, browsing both stalk & leaves

When a soldier is hit by a cannonball, rags are as becoming as purple.