Who leaves the pine-tree, leaves his friend, Unnerves his strength, invites his end.

Discontent is want of self-reliance; it is infirmity of will.

God had infinite time to give us.... He cut it up into a near succession of new mornings, and, with each, therefore, a new idea, new inventions, and new applications.

The mind will quote whether the tongue does or not.

The frost which kills the harvest of a year saves the harvest of a century, by destroying the weevil or the locust.

though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till.

The moral sense is always supported by the permanent interest of the parties. Else, I know not how, in our world, any good would ever get done.