A weed is no more than a flower in disguise.

Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us.

The time is ripe, and rotten-ripe, for change.

Virtue treads paths that end not in the grave.

Many make the household but only one the home.

He mastered whatever was not worth the knowing.

The surest plan to make a man is, think him so.

It is good To lengthen to the last a sunny mood.

Granting our wish is one of Fate's saddest jokes.

Such power there is in clear-eyed self-restraint.

Not suffering, but faint heart, is worst of woes.

Who speaks the truth stabs falsehood to the heart.

Compromise makes a good umbrella, but a poor roof.

Did man e'er live Saw priest or woman yet forgive?

He who keeps his faith only, cannot be discrowned.

A word once vulgarized can never be rehabilitated.

I don't believe in principle, but I do in interest.

Tis as easy to be heroes as to sit the idle slaves.

To make the common marvelous is the test of genius.

Who's not sat tense before his own heart's curtain.

The fireflies o'er the meadow In pulses come and go.

The traitor to Humanity is the traitor most accurst.

We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage.

Fools, when their roof-tree falls, think it doomsday.

Before Man made us citizens, great Nature made us men.

You've gut to git up airly Ef you want to take in God.

The greatest homage we can pay to truth, is to use it.

It is curious how tyrannical the habit of reading is...

I don't believe in princerple, But oh I du in interest.

His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity-Zekle.

Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide.

The material of thought re-acts upon the thought itself.

That pernicious sentiment, "Our country, right or wrong."

This goin' ware glory waits ye haint one agreeable feetur.

Like streams that keep a summer mind Snow-hid in Jenooary.

A wise skepticism is the first attribute of a good critic.

Keats longed for fame, but longed above all to deserve it.

Fortune is the rod of the weak, and the staff of the brave.

Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne.

There is something magnificent in having a country to love.

All thoughtful men are solitary and original in themselves.

The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinions.

Democracy gives every man the right to be his own oppressor.

Tiny Salmoneus of the air His mimic bolts the firefly threw.

The green grass floweth like a stream Into the oceans's blue.

But civlyzation doos git forrid Sometimes upon a powder-cart.

A profound common sense is the best genius for statesmanship.

Each day the world is born anew for him who takes it rightly.

In the gain or loss of one race all the rest have equal claim.

Worshippers of light ancestral make the present light a crime.

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