As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunflowers, we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own sake, and for the sake of old-fashioned folks, who used to love them.

Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.

Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?

The most miserable pettifogging in the world is that of a man in the court of his own consciences.

Living is death; dying is life. We are not what we appear to be. On this side of the grave we are exiles, on that citizens; on this side orphans, on that children.

Do not give, as many rich men do, like a hen that lays her eggs ...and then cackles.

Take all the robes of all the good judges that have ever lived on the face of the earth, and they would not be large enough to cover the iniquity of one corrupt judge.