I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying to the people, "Do not weep for me, This is not my true country, I have lived banished from my true country - I now go back there, I return to the celestial sphere where every one goes in his turn."

I do not seek good fortune - I am good fortune!

Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.

My words itch at your ears till you understand them

There is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheeled universe.

I love doctors and hate their medicine.

THIS dust was once the Man, / Gentle, plain, just and resolute—under whose cautious hand, / Against the foulest crime in history known in any land or age, / Was saved the Union of These States.