Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.

A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone.

Friends are made for caring and sharing. Friends do not live in harmony merely, as some say, but in melody.

Nearest to all things is that power which fashions their being. Next to us the grandest laws are constantly being executed. Next to us is not the workman whom we have hired, with whom we love so well to talk, but the workman whose work we are.

This is a delicious evening, when the whole body is one sense, and imbibes delight through every pore.

I did not know that mankind was suffering for want of gold.

The millions are awake enough for physical labor; but only one in a million is awake enough for effective intellectual exertion, only one in a hundred millions to a poetic or divine life. To be awake is to be alive.