Agriculture is the noblest of all alchemy; for it turns earth, and even manure, into gold, conferring upon its cultivator the additional reward of health.
Death is a silent, peaceful genius, who rocks our second childhood to sleep in the cradle of the coffin.
Fortune is painted blind in order to show her impartiality ; but when she cheers the needy with hope, and depresses the wealthy with distrust, methinks she confers the richest boon on the poorest man, and injures those on whom she bestows her favors.
Persecution is disobeying the most solemn injunction of Christianity, under the sham plea of upholding it.
Pessimism is moral squinting... i.e. Being incapable of a straightforward view and instead imagining that penetration is evinced by universal suspicion and mistrust.
