Go oft to the house of thy friend, for weeds choke the unused path.

We cannot forgive another for not being ourselves.

For what avail the plough or sail, or land or life, if freedom fail?

The Sun is the sole inconsumable fireAnd God is the sole inexhaustible Giver.

Any relation to the land, the habit of tilling it, or mining it, or even hunting on it, generates the feeling of patriotism. He who keeps shop on it, or he who merely uses it as a support to his desk and ledger, or to his manufactory, values it less.

In imitation is a bit suicide.

Not always can flowers, pearls, poetry, protestations, nor even home in another heart, content the awful soul that dwells in clay.