As for what is not true, you will always find abundance in the newspapers.
The sentiments of men are known not only by what they receive, but what they reject also.
I steer my bark with hope in the head, leaving fear astern.
...let us save what remains; not by vaults and locks which fence them from the public eye and use in consigning them to the waste of time, but by such a multiplication of copies, as shall place them beyond the reach of accident.
Traveling makes men wiser, but less happy.
I wish I was a despot that I might save the noble, the beautiful trees that are daily falling sacrifice to the cupidity of their owners, or the necessity of the poor. The unnecessary felling of a tree, perhaps the growth of centuries, seems to me a crime little short of murder.