Let no one think that I do not love the old ministers. They were, probably, the best men in their generation, and they deserve that their biographies should fill the pages of the town histories. If I could but hear the "glad tidings" of which they tell, and which, perchance, they heard, I might write in a worthier strain than this.

Here or nowhere is our heaven.

We are constantly invited to be who we are.

Men have become the tools of their tools.

There is an incessant influx of novelty into the world, and yet we tolerate incredible dullness.

The savage lives simply through ignorance and idleness or laziness, but the philosopher lives simply through wisdom.

Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity! I say, let your affairs be as two or three, and not a hundred or a thousand; instead of a million count half a dozen, and keep your accounts on your thumb nail.