Our faith comes in moments; our vice is habitual.

In conversation the game is, to say something new with old words. And you shall observe a man of the people picking his way along, step by step, using every time an old boulder, yet never setting his foot on an old place.

To believe in luck ... is skepticism.

Judge of your natural character by what you do in your dreams.

The right eloquence needs no bell to call the people together, and no constable to keep them.

Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree.

'Well,' said Red Jacket [to someone complaining that he had not enough time], 'I suppose you have all there is.'