Think of admitting the details of a single case of the criminal court into our thoughts, to stalk profanely through their very sanctum sanctorum for an hour, ay, for many hours! to make a very barroom of the mind's inmost apartment, as if for so long the dust of the street had occupied us,--the very street itself, with all its travel, its bustle, and filth, had passed through our thoughts' shrine! Would it not be an intellectual and moral suicide?

Only he is successful in his business who makes that pursuit which affords him the highest pleasure sustain him.

I do not know where to find in any literature, whether ancient or modern, any adequate account of that Nature with which I am acquainted.

If you will not try, you will go to your grave with your song still inside you.

There are nine hundred and ninety-nine patrons of virtue to one virtuous man.

Men have become the tools of their tools.

We could not help contrasting the equanimity of Nature with the bustle and impatience of man. His words and actions presume alwaysa crisis near at hand, but she is forever silent and unpretending.