The evolution of a highly destined society must be moral; it must run in the grooves of the celestial wheels.

We talk of choosing our friends, but friends are self-elected.

To fill the hour──that is happiness.

The Americans have no faith, they rely on the power of a dollar; they are deaf to sentiment.

Yet America is a poem in our eyes; its ample geography dazzles the imagination, and it will not wait long for metres.

All the tools and engines on earth are only extensions of man's limbs and senses.

In youth, we clothe ourselves with rainbows, with hope & love, & go as brave as the zodiack. In age we put out another sort of perspiration; gout, fever, rheumatism, caprice, doubt, fretting, and avarice.