I have always been of the mind that in a democracy manners are the only effective weapons against the bowie-knife.

The dandelions and buttercups gild all the lawn: the drowsy bee stumbles among the clover tops, and summer sweetens all to me.

As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one a friend.

I willingly confess to so great a partiality for trees as tempts me to respect a man in exact proportion to his respect for them.

No sincere desire of doing good need make an enemy of a single human being; that philanthropy has surely a flaw in it which cannot sympathize with the oppressor equally as with the oppressed.

Aspiration sees only one side of every question; possession many.

I don't believe in principle, but I do in interest.