Ideas are like matter, infinitely divisible. It is not given to us to get down so to speak to their final atoms, but to their molecular groupings-the way is never ending and the progress infinitely delightful and profitable.

Pride is like the beautiful acacia, that lifts its head proudly above its neighbor plants-forgetting that it too, like them, has its roots in the dirt.

Constant companionship is not enjoyable, any more than constant eating. We sit too long at the table of friendship, when we outsit our appetites for each other's thoughts.

Doubt whom you will, but never yourself.

The beauty seen is partly in him who sees it.

Earth took her shining station as a star, In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.

Troubles forereckoned are doubly suffered.