The world is so beautiful that I can hardly believe it exists.

This immediate dependence of language upon nature, this conversion of an outward phenomenon into a type of somewhat in human life,never loses its power to affect us. It is this which gives that piquancy to the conversation of a strong-natured farmer or backwoodsman, which all men relish.

To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.

Sickness is poor-spirited, and cannot serve anyone; it must husband its resources to live. But health or fullness answers its own ends, and has to spare, runs over, and inundates the neighborhoods and creeks of other men's necessities.

Every advantage has its tax.

Knowledge, Virtue, Power are the victories of man over his necessities, his march to the dominion of the world.

Commonsense is the wick of the candle.