The glory of the farmer is that, in the division of labors, it is his part to create. All trade rests at last on his primitive activity. He stands close to Nature; he obtains from the earth the bread and the meat. The food which was not, he causes to be.

The connection between our knowledge and the abyss of being is still real, and the explication must be not less magnificent.

You are constantly invited to be what you are.

Wise men put their trust in ideas and not in circumstances.

True friends are two people who are comfortable sharing silence together.

Men are what their mothers made them. You may as well ask a loom which weaves huckabuck why it does not make cashmere as to expect poetry from this engineer or a chemical discovery from that jobber.

Take the place and attitude to which you see your unquestionable right, and all men acquiesce.