All men are poets at heart. They serve nature for bread, but her loveliness overcomes them sometimes.

The only prudence in life is concentration.

When God lets loose a great thinker on this planet, then all things are at risk. There is not a piece of science but its flank may be turned to-morrow; nor any literary reputation or the so-called eternal names of fame that many not be refused and condemned.

It is one light which beams out of a thousand stars. It is one soul which animates all men.

A scholar does not wish to be always pumping his brains; he wants gossips.

Be a gift and a benediction.

The cities drain the country of the best part of its population: the flower of the youth, of both sexes, goes into the towns, andthe country is cultivated by a so much inferior class. The land,--travel a whole day together,--looks poverty-stricken, and the buildings plain and poor.