Words are the motes of thought, and nothing more.
Application is the price to be paid for mental acquisition. To have the harvest, we must sow the seed.
America, thou half-brother of the world; with something good and bad of every land.
It is much less what we do than what we think, which fits us for the future.
The long days are no happier than the short ones.
Leave the poor Some time for self-improvement. Let them not Be forced to grind the bones out of their arms For bread, but have some space to think and feel Like moral and immortal creatures.