Why do you ever mend your clothes, unless that, wearing them, you may mend your ways. Let us sing.

Scholars are wont to sell their birthright for a mess of learning.

Be as the sailor who keeps the polestar in his eye. By so doing we may not arrive at our port within a calculable period, but we will maintain a true course.

Talk of mysteries! — Think of our life in nature, — daily to be shown matter, to come in contact with it, — rocks, trees, wind on our cheeks! The solid earth! The actual world! The common sense! Contact! Contact! Who are we? Where are we?

It is the man determines what is said, not the words.

On the death of a friend, we should consider that the fates through confidence have devolved on us the task of a double living, that we have henceforth to fulfill the promise of our friend's life also, in our own, to the world.

I do not know where to find in any literature, whether ancient or modern, any adequate account of that Nature with which I am acquainted.