In winter we lead a more inward life. Our hearts are warm and cheery, like cottages under drifts.
The dinner even is only the parable of a dinner, commonly.
Even the best things are not equal to their fame.
There is one thought for the field, another for the house. I would have my thoughts, like wild apples, to be food for walkers, and will not warrant them to be palatable if tasted in the house.
That aim in life is highest which requires the highest and finest discipline.
If thousands are thrown out of employment, it suggests that they were not well employed. Why don't they take the hint? It is not enough to be industrious; so are the ants. What are you industrious about?