In sane moments we regard only the facts, the case that is.

Experience is in the fingers and head. The heart is inexperienced.

The slight reproach to which the virtue of patriotism is commonly liable, the noble are most likely to incur.

Our life is frittered away by detail... simplify, simplify.

To be admitted to Nature's hearth costs nothing. None is excluded, but excludes himself. You have only to push aside the curtain.

One farmer says to me, "You cannot live on vegetable food solely, for it furnishes nothing to make the bones with;" and so he religiously devotes a part of his day to supplying himself with the raw material of bones; walking all the while he talks behind his oxen, which, with vegetable-made bones, jerk him and his lumbering plow along in spite of every obstacle.

If we were always, indeed, getting our living, and regulating our lives according to the last and best mode we had learned, we should never be troubled with ennui.