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

A man is a method, a progressive arrangement; a selecting principle, gathering his like to him; wherever he goes.

A day is a miniature eternity.

I pay the schoolmaster, but 'tis the schoolboys that educate my son.

Nothing can work damage to me except myself; the harm that I sustain I carry about with me and never am a real sufferer except by my own fault.

...in the wilderness, I find something more dear and connate than in the streets or villages...in the woods we return to reason and faith.

Heaven walks among us ordinarily muffled in such triple or tenfold disguises that the wisest are deceived and no one suspects the days to be gods.