What you are shouts at me so loudly that I can't hear a word you say.
Man's life is a progress, not a station.
The manly part is to do with might and main what you can do.
The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.
The socialism of our day has done good service in setting men to thinking how certain civilizing benefits, now only enjoyed by theopulent, can be enjoyed by all.
Nature is a rag-merchant, who works up every shred and ort and end into new creations; like a good chemist, whom I found, the other day, in his laboratory, converting his old shirts into pure white sugar.