Sincerity is impossible, unless it pervade the whole being, and the pretence of it saps the very foundation of character.

A stray hair, by its continued irritation, may give more annoyance than a smart blow.

It is the vain endeavor to make ourselves what we are not that has strewn history with so many broken purposes and lives left in the rough.

There is only one thing better than tradition and that is the original and eternal life out of which all tradition takes its rise.

The dandelions and buttercups gild all the lawn: the drowsy bee stumbles among the clover tops, and summer sweetens all to me.

The time is ripe, and rotten-ripe, for change... [Truth's] mirror is turned forward, to reflect The promise of the future, not the past.

It is not without reason that fame is awarded only after death. The cloud-dust of notoriety which follows and envelops the men who drive with the wind bewilders contemporary judgment.