Indeed, the life of cattle, like that of many men, is but a sort of locomotiveness; they move a side at a time, and man, by his machinery, is meeting the horse and the ox half-way.

It is comparatively a faint and reflected beauty that is admired, not an essential and intrinsic one. It is because the old are weak, feel their mortality, and think that they have measured the strength of man. They will not boast; they will be frank and humble. Well, let them have the few poor comforts they can keep. Humility is still a very human virtue. They look back on life, and so see not into the future. The prospect of the young is forward and unbounded, mingling the future with the present.

Men profess to be lovers of music, but for the most part they give no evidence in their opinions and lives that they have heard it.

If you would convince a man that he does wrong, do right. Men will believe what they see.

Open all your pores and bathe in all the tides of nature, in all her streams and oceans, at all seasons.

The opportunities of living are diminished in proportion as what are called the "means" are increased.

There is ripe fruit over your head.