Spring. March fans it, April christens it, and May puts on its jacket and trousers.

The news we hear, for the most part, is not news to our genius. It is the stalest repetition.

I ask for, not at once no government, but at once a better government

Sincerity is a great but rare virtue, and we pardon to it much complaining, and the betrayal of many weaknesses.

What is commonly called friendship is only a little more honor among rogues.

Methinks my own soul must be a bright invisible green.

I was not born to be forced. I will breathe after my own fashion. Let us see who is the strongest. What force has a multitude? They can only force me who obey a higher law than I.... I do not hear of men being forced to live this way or that by masses of men. What sort of life were that to live?