To win the secret of a weed's plain heart.

A man is old when he can pass an apple orchard and not remember the stomachache.

It is only by instigation of the wrongs of men that what are called the Rights of Man become turbulent and dangerous.

If God made poets for anything, it was to keep alive the traditions of the pure, the holy, and the beautiful.

There is something solid and doughty in the man that can rise from defeat, the stuff of which victories are made in due time, when we are able to choose our position better, and the sun is at our back.

Over our manhood bend the skies; Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies; With our faint hearts the mountain strives, Its arms outstretched, the druid wood Waits with its benedicite And to our age’s drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea.

Borrowed garments never keep one warm.