Some men are, in regard to ridicule, like tin-roofed buildings in regard to hail: all that hits them bounds rattling off; not a stone goes through.

Conceited men often seem a harmless kind of men, who, by an overweening self-respect, relieve others from the duty of respecting them at all.

Not another flag has such an errand, carrying everywhere, the world around, such hope for freedom such glorious tidings.

A man who cannot get angry is like a stream that cannot overflow, that is always turbid. Sometimes indignation is as good as a thunderstorm in summer, clearing and cooling the air.

To do good work a man should no doubt be industrious. To do great work he must certainly be idle a well.

Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.

Men have a thousand desires to a bushel of choices.