Death is beautiful when seen to be a law, and not an accident. It is as common as life.

The Heavens are as deep as our aspirations are high.

Tom Hyde, the tinker, standing on the gallows, was asked if he had anything to say. "Tell the tailors," said he, "to remember to make a knot in their thread before they take the first stitch." His companion's prayer is forgotten.

I have been as sincere a worshipper of Aurora as the Greeks.

Where shall we look for standard English, but to the words of a standard man?

We belong to the community. It is not the tailor alone who is the ninth part of a man; it is as much the preacher, and the merchant, and the farmer. Where is this division of labor to end? and what object does it finally serve? No doubt another may also think for me; but it is not therefore desirable that he should do so to the exclusion of my thinking for myself.

An efficient and valuable man does what he can, whether the community pay him for it or not.