The poet is blithe and cheery ever, and as well as nature.

If however the law is so promulgated that it of necessity makes you an agent of injustices against another, then I say to you ... break the law.

How many things are now at loose ends! Who knows which way the wind will blow tomorrow?

Why does it [government] always crucify Christ, and excommunicate Copernicus and Luther, and pronounce Washington and Franklin rebels?

A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten on the influx of better thoughts. We should be blessed if we lived in the present always, and took advantage of every accident that befell us.

It is not enough that we are truthful; we must cherish and carry out high purposes to be truthful about.

We now no longer camp as for a night, but have settled down on earth and forgotten heaven.