The Less Government We Have The Better.

Nature Hates Calculators.

The Indian Who Was Laid Under A Curse, That The Wind Should Not Blow On Him, Nor Water Flow To Him, Nor Fire Burn Him, Is A Type Of Us All. The Dearest Events Are Summer-rain, And We The Para Coats That Shed Every Drop. Nothing Is Left Us Now But Death. We Look To That With A Grim Satisfaction, Saying, There At Least Is Reality That Will Not Dodge Us.

Freedom Is Not The Right To Do As You Please, But The Liberty To Do As You Should.

The Secret Of Success In Society Is A Certain Heartiness And Sympathy.

Earth Laughs In Flowers.