The very dogs that sullenly bay the moon from farm-yards in these nights excite more heroism in our breasts than all the civil exhortations or war sermons of the age.

Philosophy, having crept clinging to the rocks so far, puts out its feelers many ways in vain.

The savage lives simply through ignorance and idleness or laziness, but the philosopher lives simply through wisdom.

A true account of the actual is the rarest poetry, for common sense always takes a hasty and superficial view.

God reigns when we take a liberal view, when a liberal view is presented to us.

All great enterprises are self-supporting.

The world laughs in flowers.