The finest fruit earth holds up to its Maker is a finished man.

All translating seems to me to be simply an attempt to accomplish an impossible task.

Fancy brings us as many vain hopes as idle fears.

The finest fruit earth holds up to its Maker is a finished man.

Results are nothing; the energies which produce them and which again spring from them are everything.

It is continued temperance which sustains the body for the longest period of time, and which most surely preserves it free from sickness.

Among men who are really free, every form of industry becomes more rapidly improved - all the arts flourish more gracefully - all the sciences extend their range.