If we walk in the woods, we must feed mosquitoes.

The cities drain the country of the best part of its population: the flower of the youth, of both sexes, goes into the towns, andthe country is cultivated by a so much inferior class. The land,--travel a whole day together,--looks poverty-stricken, and the buildings plain and poor.

The man who renounces himself, comes to himself.

Our chief want is someone who will inspire us to be what we know we could be.

Cunning is strength withheld.

The real and lasting victories are those of peace, and not of war.

Oh, be my friend, and teach me to be thine!