I do not believe there are eight hundred human beings on the globe.

When it's time to die, let us not discover that we have never lived.

The ears were made, not for such trivial uses as men are wont to suppose, but to hear celestial sounds.

The cart before the horse is neither beautiful nor useful. Before we can adorn our houses with beautiful objects the walls must bestripped, and our lives must be stripped, and beautiful housekeeping and beautiful living laid for a foundation.

As yesterday and the historical ages are past, as the work of today is present, so some flitting perspectives and demi-experiencesof the life that is in nature are in time veritably future, or rather outside of time, perennial, young, divine, in the wind and rain which never die.

Those services which the community will most readily pay for, it is most disagreeable to render.

We never exchange more than three words with a Friend in our lives on that level to which our thoughts and feelings almost habitually rise.