Half a man's wisdom goes with his courage.
Solitude is naught and society is naught. Alternate them and the good of each is seen.
A weed is a plant whose virtue is not yet known.
We live by our imagination, our admirations, and our sentiments.
One more fagot of these adamantine bandages is the new science of Statistics.
When I go into the garden with a spade and dig a bed I feel such an exhilaration and health that I discover that I have been defrauding myself all this time in letting others do for me what I should have done with my own hands.