Oh call it by some better name, For friendship sounds too cold.

We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair.

Separate from the pleasure of your company, I don't much care if I never see another mountain in my life.

Can we ring the bells backward? Can we unlearn the arts that pretend to civilize, and then burn the world? There is a march of science; but who shall beat the drums for its retreat?

The only true time which a man can properly call his own, is that which he has all to himself; the rest, though in some sense he may be said to live it, is other people's time, not his.

Be not frightened at the hard words "imposition," "imposture;" give and ask no questions. Cast thy bread upon the waters. Some have, unawares, entertained angels.

No work is worse than overwork; the mind preys on itself,--the most unwholesome of food.