I say no body of men are fit to make Presidents, judges and generals, unless they themselves supply the best specimens of the same; and that supplying one or two such specimens illuminates the whole body for a thousand years.

Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?

My words itch at your ears till you understand them

Old age: The estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours into the Great Sea.

Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged. Missing me one place, search another. I stop somewhere waiting for you.

What a devil art thou, Poverty! How many desires - how many aspirations after goodness and truth - how many noble thoughts, loving wishes toward our fellows, beautiful imaginings thou hast crushed under thy heel, without remorse or pause!

If any thing is sacred, the human body is sacred.