Every burned book enlightens the world.

But every jet of chaos which threatens to exterminate us is convertible by intellect into wholesome force. Fate is unpenetrated causes.

A farm is a good thing, when it begins and ends with itself, and does not need a salary, or a shop, to eke it out.

Truth has already ceased to be itself if polemically said.

God said, I am tired of kings, I suffer them no more; Up to my ear this morning brings The outrage of the poor.

A house is made with walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.

Society never advances. It recedes as fast on one side as it gains on the other. It undergoes continual changes: it is barbarous, it is civilized, it is rich, it is scientific; but this change is not amelioration. For every thing that is given, something else is taken. Society acquires new arts and loses old instincts.