While my friend was my friend, he flattered me, and I never heard the truth from him. When he became my enemy, he shot it to me on a poisoned arrow.
Henry David ThoreauThe American has dwindled into an Odd Fellow,-one who may be known by the development of his organ of gregariousness.
Henry David ThoreauWhen we want culture more than potatoes, and illumination more than sugar-plums, then the great resources of a world are taxed anddrawn out, and the result, or staple production, is, not slaves, nor operatives, but men,--those rare fruits called heroes, saints, poets, philosophers, and redeemers.
Henry David Thoreau