Performing on a stool, we've got a sight to make you drool, seven virgins and a mule, keep it cool, keep it cool.

The reason why men do not obey us, is because they see the mud at the bottom of our eye.

The wheels and springs of man are all set to the hypothesis of the permanence of nature. We are not built like a ship to be tossed, but like a house to stand.

Civilization depends on morality.

Headwinds are sore vexations and the more passengers the sorer.

Let us not be too much acquainted. I would have a man enter his house through a hall filled with heroic and sacred sculptures, that he might not want the hint of tranquillity and self-poise.

A life in harmony with nature, the love of truth and virtue, will purge the eyes to understanding her text.