Incredulity robs us of many pleasures, and gives us nothing in return.

May is a pious fraud of the almanac.

The discontent with the existing order of things pervaded the atmosphere, wherever the conditions were favorable, long before Columbus, seeking the back door of Asia, found himself knocking at the front door of America.

He gives only the worthless gold who gives from a sense of duty.

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

All thoughts that mold the age begin deep down within the primitive soul.

Talent is that which is in a man's power; genius is that in whose power a man is.