In the democracy of the dead all men at last are equal. There is neither rank nor station nor prerogative in the republic of the grave.

Happiness is an endowment and not an acquisition. It depends more upon temperament and disposition than environment.

Every man is the center of a circle, whose fatal circumference he can not pass.

I think some orator commenting upon that fate said that though the winds of heaven might whistle around an Englishman's cottage, the King of England could not.

Pennsylvania, the state that has produced two great men: Benjamin Franklin of Massachusetts, and Albert Gallatin of Switzerland.

Grass is the forgiveness of nature - her constant benediction. Forests decay, harvests perish, flowers vanish, but grass is immortal...Its tenacious fibers hold the earth in place and prevent its soluble components from washing to the wasting sea.

I answer not, and I return no more.