Borrowed garments never keep one warm.

We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage.

Most long lives resemble those threads of gossamer, the nearest approach to nothing unmeaningly prolonged, scarce visible pathways of some worm from his cradle to his grave.

There is no good in arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.

Before Man made us citizens, great Nature made us men.

Moral supremacy is the only one that leaves monuments, and not ruins, behind it.

It is the vain endeavor to make ourselves what we are not that has strewn history with so many broken purposes and lives left in the rough.