Nothing is more terrible than to see ignorance in action.

We are not all equal, nor can we be so.

Our hands we open of our own free will, and the good flies, which we can never recall.

So then the year is repeating its old story again. We are come once more, thank God! to its most charming chapter. The violets and the Mayflowers are as its inscriptions or vignettes. It always makes a pleasant impression on us, when we open again at these pages of the book of life.

The greater part of all the mischief in the world arises from the fact that men do not sufficiently understand their own aims.

You acquire a language most readily in the country where it is spoken; you study mineralogy best among miners; and so with everything else.

We should know mankind better if we were not so anxious to resemble one another.