To different minds, the same world is a hell, and a heaven.

Sleep is not, death is not; Who seem to die Live. House you were born in, Friends of your spring-time, old man and young maid, Day's toil and it's guerdon, They are all vanishing, Fleeing to fables, Cannot be moored

Nothing in nature is exhausted in its first use...In God, every end is converted into a new means.

We imperatively require a perception of and a homage to beauty in our companions. Other virtues are in request in the field and workyard, but a certain degree of taste is not to be spared in those we sit with.

God has delegated himself to a million deputies.

There is one other reason for dressing well, namely that dogs respect it, and will not attack you in good clothes.

The two parties which divide the state, the party of Conservation and that of Innovation, are very old, and have disputed the possession of the world ever since it was made.