Hunting is a relic of the barbarism that once thirsted for human blood, but is now content with the blood of animals.

The passions are like fire, useful in a thousand ways and dangerous only in one, through their excess.

How like a railway tunnel is the poor man's life, with the light of childhood at one end, the intermediate gloom, and only the glimmer of a future life at the other extremity!

Activity and sadness are incompatible.

What we call conscience in many instances, is only a wholesome fear of the law.

Difficulties, by bracing the mind to overcome them, assist cheerfulness, as exercise assists digestion.

The grandest of all laws is the law of progressive development. Under it, in the wide sweep of things, men grow wiser as they grow older, and societies better.