Men's thoughts and opinions are in a great degree vassals of him who invents a new phrase or re-applies an old epithet. The thought or feeling a thousand times repeated becomes his at last who utters it best.

The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinions.

Laborin' man an' laborin' woman Hev one glory an' one shame; Ev'y thin' thet' s done inhuman Injers all on 'em the same.

Not what we give, but what we share, for the gift without the giver is bare.

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

In creating, the only hard thing is to begin: a grass blade's no easier to make than an oak.