No facts to me are sacred; none are profane.

When a man thinks happily, he finds no foot-track in the field he traverses. All spontaneous thought is irrespective of all else.

Culture is one thing and varnish is another.

The stupidity of men always invites the insolence of power.

The true doctrine of omnipresence is, that God reappears with all his parts in every moss and cobweb.

When I bought my farm, I did not know what a bargain I had in the bluebirds, daffodils and thrushes; as little did I know what sublime mornings and sunsets I was buying.

Beside all the small reasons we assign, there is a great reason for the existence of every extant fact; a reason which lies grandand immovable, often unsuspected behind it in silence.