God never jests with us, and will not compromise the end of nature, by permitting any inconsequence in its procession.

Solitary converse with nature; for thence are ejaculated sweet and dreadful words never uttered in libraries. Ah! the spring days, the summer dawns, and October woods!

We honor the rich because they have externally the freedom, power, and grace which we feel to be proper to man, proper to us.

I quote another man's saying; unluckily, that other withdraws himself in the same way, and quotes me.

When private men shall act with original views, the lustre will be transferred from the actions of kings to those of gentlemen.

When I first open my eyes upon the morning meadows and look out upon the beautiful world, I thank God I am alive.

A man's style is his mind's voice. Wooden minds, wooden voices.