No law can be sacred to me but that of my nature.

Old and new make the warp and woof of every moment. There is no thread that is not a twist of these two strands.

How casually and unobservedly we make all our most valued acquaintances.

I am grown by sympathy a little eager and sentimental, but leave me alone, and I should relish every hour and what it brought me, the pot-luck of the day, as heartily as the oldest gossip in the bar-room.

No man ever came to an experience which was satiating, but his good is tidings of a better. Onward and onward!

Our prejudices are our robbers, they rob us valuable things in life. People only see what they are prepared to see.

Why should all virtue work in one and the same way? Why should all give dollars? It is very inconvenient to us country folk, and we do not think any good will come of it. We have not dollars; merchants have; let them give them. Farmers will give corn; poets will sing; women will sew; laborers will lend a hand; the children will bring flowers.