The rich man is always sold to the institution which makes him rich. Absolutely speaking, the more money, the less virtue.
My enemies are worms, cool days, and most of all woodchucks.
After the first blush of sin comes its indifference.
The wise are not so much wiser than others as respecters of their own wisdom.
Moral reform is the effort to throw off sleep.
The Universal Soul, as it is called, has an interest in the stacking of hay, the foddering of cattle, and the draining of peat-meadows.