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.

A friendship counting nearly forty years is the finest kind of shade-tree I know.

Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.

A father of the church said that property was theft, many centuries before Proudhon was born. Bourdaloue reaffirmed it. Montesquieu was the inventor of national workshops and of the theory that the state owed every man a living. Nay, was not the church herself the first organized democracy?

There is no better ballast for keeping the mind steady on its keel, and saving it from all risk of crankiness, than business.

Each day the world is born anew for him who takes it rightly.

Where one person shapes their life by precept and example, there are a thousand who have shaped it by impulse and circumstances.