There can be no high civility without a deep morality, though it may not always call itself by that name.

A weed is a plant we've found no use for yet.

The orator is thereby an orator that keeps his feet ever on a fact.

The true poem is the poet's mind.

Tis weak and vicious people who cast the blame on Fate. The right use of Fate is to bring up our conduct to the loftiness of nature.

There is virtue yet in the hoe and the spade, for learned as well as for unlearned hands. And labor is everywhere welcome; alwayswe are invited to work.

Congratulate yourself if you have done something strange, extravagant and broken the monotony.