If I were confined to a corner of a garret all my days, like a spider, the world would be just as large to me while I had my thoughts about me.

The thinnest yellow light of November is more warming and exhilarating than any wine they tell of. The mite which November contributes becomes equal in value to the bounty of July.

The most attractive sentences are not perhaps the wisest, but the surest and soundest.

We loiter in winter while it is already spring.

In the meanest are all the materials of manhood, only they are not rightly disposed.

Silence is the universal refuge, the sequel to all dull discourses and all foolish acts, a balm to our every chagrin, as welcome after satiety as after disappointment

In respect to religion and the healing art, all nations are still in a state of barbarism. In the most civilized countries the priest is still but a Powwow, and the physician a Great Medicine.