What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered.

The eye is the first circle; the horizon which it forms is the second; and throughout nature this primary figure is repeated without end.

We are of different opinions at different hours, but we always may be said to be at heart on the side of truth.

A feeble man can see the farms that are fenced and tilled, the houses that are built. The strong man sees the possible houses and farms. His eye makes estates as fast as the sun breeds clouds.

Truth is handsomer than the affectation of love. Your goodness must have some edge to it, else it is none.

All promise outruns performance.

You cannot do wrong without suffering wrong.