It world be well had we more misers than we have among us.

It seemed to me pretty plain, that they had more of love than matrimony in them.

Life is a journey that must be traveled no matter how bad the roads and accommodations.

[T]here are depths of thousands of miles which are hidden from our inquiry. The only tidings we have from those unfathomable regions are by means of volcanoes, those burning mountains that seem to discharge their materials from the lowest abysses of the earth.

Is it that Nature, attentive to the preservation of mankind, increases our wishes to live, while she lessens our enjoyments, and as she robs the senses of every pleasure, equips imag-ination in the spoil?

Persecution is a tribute the great must always pay for preeminence.

Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.