The young pines springing up in the corn-fields from year to year are to me a refreshing fact.
I am grateful for what I have. My thanksgiving is perpetual.
The community has no bribe that will tempt a wise man.
No way of thinking or doing, however ancient, can be trusted without proof.
The husbandman is always a better Greek than the scholar is prepared to appreciate, and the old custom still survives, while antiquarians and scholars grow gray in commemorating it.
A journal is a repository for all those fragmentary ideas and odd scraps of information that might otherwise be lost and which some day might lead to more "harmonious compositions."