I please myself with imagining a State at last which can afford to be just to all men, and to treat the individual with respect as a neighbor.

There is a slumbering subterranean fire in nature which never goes out, and which no cold can chill.

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.

The walls that fence our fields, as well as modern Rome, and not less the Parthenon itself, are all built of ruins.

So near along life's stream are the fountains of innocence and youth making fertile its sandy margin; and the voyageur will do well to replenish his vessels often at these uncontaminated sources.

The rarest quality in an epitaph is truth.

The strongest wind cannot stagger a Spirit; it is a Spirit's breath. A just man's purpose cannot be split on any Grampus or material rock, but itself will split rocks till it succeeds.