Ninety-nine one-hundredths of our lives we are mere hedgers and ditchers, but from time to time we meet with reminders of our destiny.

The squeaking of the pump sounds as necessary as the music of the spheres.

What can be expressed in words can be expressed in life.

We perceive that the schemers return again and again to common sense and labor. Such is the evidence of history.

Somehow strangely the vice of men gets well represented and protected but their virtue has none to plead its cause - nor any charter of immunities and rights.

It is not worth while to go round the world to count the cats in Zanzibar.

We have not so good a right to hate any as our Friend.