While one finds company in himself and his pursuits, he cannot feel old, no matter what his years may be.

Nor is a day lived if the dawn is left out of it, with the prospects it opens. Who speaks charmingly of nature or of mankind, like him who comes bibulous of sunrise and the fountains of waters?

Sleep on your writing; take a walk over it; scrutinize it of a morning; review it of an afternoon; digest it after a meal; let it sleep in your drawer a twelvemonth; never venture a whisper about it to your friend, if he be an author especially.

The eyes have a property in things and territories not named in any title-deeds, and are the owners of our choicest possessions.

One does not see his thought distinctly till it is reflected in the image of another's.

We climb to heaven most often on the ruins of our cherished plans, finding our failures were successes.

Enthusiasm imparts itself magnetically and fuses all into one happy and harmonious unity of feeling and sentiment.