A vi'let on the meadow grew, That no one saw, that no one knew, It was a modest flower. A shepherdess pass'd by that way-- Light footed, pretty and so gay; That way she came, Softly warbling forth her lay.

Habit is a man's sole comfort. We dislike doing without even unpleasant things to which we have become accustomed.

Men are so constituted that every one undertakes what he sees another successful in, whether he has aptitude for it or not.

Reason can never be popular. Passions and feelings may become popular, but reason will always remain the sole property of a few eminent individuals.

What is the freedom of the most free? To do what is right!

Faith is a homely, private capital; as there are public savings-banks and poor funds, out of which in times of want we can relieve the necessities of individuals, so here the faithful take their coin in peace.

Let us live, while we are alive!