Hope is the best part of our riches. What sufficeth it that we have the wealth of the Indies in our pockets, if we have not the hope of heaven in our souls?

Nature has provided for the exigency of privation, by putting the measure of our necessities far below the measure of our wants. Our necessities are to our wants as Falstaff's pennyworth of bread to his any quantity of sack.

Adhesion to one idea is monomania; to few, slavery.

Character is very much a matter of health.

It is ever the invisible that is the object of our profoundest worship. With the lover it is not the seen but the unseen that he muses upon.

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

In one important respect a man is fortunate in being poor. His responsibility to God is so much the less