Our panaceas cure but few ails, our general hospitals are private and exclusive. We must set up another Hygeia than is now worshiped. Do not the quacks even direct small doses for children, larger for adults, and larger still for oxen and horses? Let us remember that we are to prescribe for the globe itself.

Wherever you have planted a seed, I am prepared to expect wonders.

The true husbandman will cease from anxiety, as the squirrels manifest no concern whether the woods will bear chestnuts this year or not, and finish his labor with every day, relinquishing all claim to the produce of his fields, and sacrificing in his mind not only his first but last fruits also.

We are born as innocents. We are polluted by advice.

Our houses are such unwieldy property that we are often imprisoned rather than housed by them.

There are secret articles in our treaties with the gods, of more importance than all the rest, which the historian can never know.

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