It is the end of art to inoculate men with the love of nature. But those who have a psssion for nature in the natural way, need no pictures nor gallereies. Spring is their designer, and the whole year their artist.

I pray on the principle that wine knocks the cork out of a bottle. There is an inward fermentation, and there must be a vent.

If we would have anything of benefit, we must earn it, and earning it become shrewd, inventive, ingenious, active, enterprising.

Someone calls biography the home aspect of history.

Only have enough of little virtues and common fidelities, and you need not mourn because you are neither a hero nor a saint.

The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.

That endless book, the newspaper, is our national glory.