I am invariably of the politics of the people at whose table I sit, or beneath whose roof I sleep.

I have always been a friend to hero-worship; it is the only rational one, and has always been in use amongst civilized people . . .

It has been said that idleness is the parent of mischief, which is very true; but mischief itself is merely an attempt to escape from the dreary vacuum of idleness.

It has been said that idleness is the parent of mischief, which is very true; but mischief itself is merely an attempt to escape from the dreary vacuum of idleness.

Translation is at best an echo.

There's night and day, brother, both sweet things; sun, moon, and stars, brother, all sweet things; there's likewise a wind on the heath. Life is very sweet, brother; who would wish to die?