Truth is in things, and not in words.
Toil is man’s allotment; toil of brain, or toil of hands, or a grief that’s more than either, the grief and sin of idleness.
To be called one thing, is oftentimes to be another.
Thou wine art the friend of the friendless, though a foe to all.
The march of conquest through wild provinces, may be the march of Mind; but not the march of Love.
Know, thou, that the lines that live are turned out of a furrowed brow.
I am, as I am; whether hideous, or handsome, depends upon who is made judge.
All we discover has been with us since the sun began to roll; and much we discover, is not worth the discovering.