While England endeavors to cure the potato-rot, will not any endeavor to cure the brain-rot, which prevails so much more widely and fatally?

Man's moral nature is a riddle which only eternity can solve.

Politics is the gizzard of society, full of gut and gravel.

As I love nature, as I love singing birds...I love thee, my friend.

The keeping of bees is like the direction of sunbeams.

The greatest and saddest defect is not credulity, but an habitual forgetfulness that our science is ignorance.

If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. It is not important that he should mature as soon as an apple-tree or oak. Shall he turn his spring into summer? If the condition of things which we were made for is not yet, what were any reality which we can substitute? We will not be shipwrecked on a vain reality.