It is a time when one’s spirit is subdued and sad, one knows not why; when the past seems a storm-swept desolation, life a vanity and a burden, and the future but a way to death. It is a time when one is filled with vague longings; when one dreams of flight to peaceful islands in the remote solitudes of the sea, or folds his hands and says, What is the use of struggling, and toiling and worrying any more? let us give it all up.

A few fly bites cannot stop a spirited horse.

What a lie it is to call this a free country, where none but the unworthy and undeserving may swear.

Whatever thing men call great, look for it in Joan of Arc, and there you will find it.

The proper office of a friend is to side with you when you are in the wrong. Nearly anybody will side with you when you are in the right.

This is the year 1492. I am eighty-two years of age. The things I am going to tell you are things which I saw myself as a child and as a youth.

a fully belly is little worth where the mind is starved.