A man's real faith is never contained in his creed, nor is his creed an article of his faith. The last is never adopted. This it is that permits him to smile ever, and to live even as bravely as he does. And yet he clings anxiously to his creed, as to a straw, thinking that that does him good service because his sheet anchor does not drag.

In the unbending of the arm to do the deed there is experience worth all the maxims in the world.

If we see nature as pausing, immediately all mortifies and decays; but seen as progressing, she is beautiful.

There can be no very black melancholy to him who lives in the midst of Nature and has his senses still.

Glances of true beauty can be seen in the faces of those who live in true meekness.

There is no ill which may not be dissipated, like the dark, if you let in a stronger light upon it.

A man may travel fast enough and earn his living on the road.