Every man is the builder of a temple, called his body, to the god he worships, after a style purely his own, nor can he get off by hammering marble instead. We are all sculptors and painters, and our material is our own flesh and blood and bones. Any nobleness begins at once to refine a man's features, any meanness or sensuality to imbrute them.

Let us consider under what disadvantages Science has hitherto labored before we pronounce thus confidently on her progress.

The stars are the jewels of the night, and perchance surpass anything which day has to show.

The American has dwindled into an Odd Fellow,-one who may be known by the development of his organ of gregariousness.

It is better to have your head in the clouds, and know where you are... than to breathe the clearer atmosphere below them, and think that you are in paradise.

It is darker in the woods, even in common nights, than most suppose.

Today...the bluebirds, old and young, have revisited their box, as if they would fain repeat the summer without intervention of winter, if Nature would let them.