My Precious$$$ my precious.

For still there are so many things that I have never seen: in every wood in every spring$$$ there is a different green.

Spring is the time of plans and projects.

I know of no country$$$ indeed$$$ where the love of money has taken a stronger hold on the affections of men.

For the love of gain would reconcile the weaker to the dominion of the stronger$$$ and the possession of capital enabled the more powerful to reduce the smaller towns to subjection.

The question is not so much whether they are guilty as whether we are making the right decision for ourselves.

The people made their recollections fit in with their sufferings.

A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of feeble minds.

As long as I have the friendship of the sesasons$$$ life will never be a burden to me.

My greatest skill in life has been to want but little.