There must be the... generating force of Love behind every effort destined to be successful.

Justice is sweet and musical; but injustice is harsh and discordant.

I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.

We begin to praise when we begin to see a thing needs our assistance.

But men labor under a mistake. The better part of the man is soon plowed into the soil for compost.

Can we not do without the society of our gossip a little while, - have our own thoughts to cheer us?

When I think of the gold-diggers and the Mormons, the slaves and the slave-holders and the flibustiers, I naturally dream of a glorious private life. No, I am not patriotic.