Some simple dishes recommend themselves to our imaginations as well as palates.

The better part of the man is soon ploughed into the soil for compost. By a seeming fate, commonly called necessity, they are employed, as it says in an old book, laying up treasures which moth and rust will corrupt and thieves break through and steal. It is a fool's life, as they will find when they get to the end of it, if not before.

When will the world learn that a million men are of no importance compared with one man?

Some show their kindness to the poor by employing them in their kitchens. Would they not be kinder if they employed themselves there?

Simplicity is the law of Nature for man as well as for flowers. When the tapestry (corolla) of the nuptial bed (calyx) is excessive, luxuriant, it is unproductive. The fertile flowers are single, not double.

. . . we should be men first, and subjects afterward.

Our whole life is startlingly moral. There is never an instant's truce between virtue and vice.