The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed, there is no winter and no night; all tragedies, all ennui s, vanish, all duties even.

Truth is the property of no individual but is the treasure of all men.

Defect in manners is usually the defect of fine perceptions. Elegance comes of no breeding, but of birth.

The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible.

To make knowledge valuable, you must have the cheerfulness of wisdom.

Whenever the pulpit is usurped by a formalist, then is the worshipper defrauded and disconsolate.

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.