Men are probably nearer the essential truth in their superstitions than in their science.

I respect not his labors, his farm where everything has its price, who would carry the landscape, who would carry his God, to market, if he could get anything for him; who goes to market for his god as it is; on whose farm nothing grows free, whose fields bear no crops, whose meadows no flowers, whose trees no fruits, but dollars.

I have not read far in the statutes of this Commonwealth. It is not profitable reading. They do not always say what is true; and they do not always mean what they say.

Music never stops; it is only the listening that is intermittent.

I have myself to respect, but to myself I am not amiable; but my friend is my amiableness personified.

Keep up the fires of thought, and all will go well.

The more you have thought and written on a given theme, the more you can still write. Thought breeds thought. It grows under your hands.