No facts are to me sacred; none are profane; I simply experiment, an endless seeker, with no past at my back.

I have heard that whoever loves is in no condition old. I have heard that whenever the name of man is spoken, the doctrine of immortality is announced; it cleaves to his constitution. The mode of it baffles our wit, and no whisper comes to us from the other side. But the inference from the working of intellect, hiving knowledge, hiving skill,--at the end of life just ready to be born,--affirms the inspirations of affection and of the moral sentiment.

Pride can go without domestics, without fine clothes, can live in a house with two rooms, can eat potato, purslain, beans, lyed corn, can work on the soil, can travel afoot, can talk with poor men, or sit silent well contented with fine saloons. But vanity costs money, labor, horses, men, women, health and peace, and is still nothing at last; a long way leading nowhere.--Only one drawback; proud people are intolerably selfish, and the vain are gentle and giving.

In the history of the individual is always an account of his condition, and he knows himself to be a party to his present estate.

A nation, like a tree, does not thrive well till it is engraffed with a foreign stock.

If the East loves infinity, the West delights in boundaries.

What you set your heart upon, surely shall be yours.