Beauty hath no true glass, except it be in the sweet privacy of loving eyes.

They talk about their Pilgrim blood, their birthright high and holy! a mountain-stream that ends in mud thinks is melancholy.

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.

Democracy gives every man the right to be his own oppressor.

Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne.

What men prize most is a privilege, even if it be that of chief mourner at a funeral.

Idleness induces caprice.