Nature is doing her best each moment to make us well. Why, nature is but another name for health.

The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening.

Was awakened in the night to a strain of music dying away, - passing travellers singing. My being was so expanded and infinitely and divinely related for a brief season that I saw how unexhausted, how almost wholly unimproved, was man's capacity for a divine life. When I remembered what a narrow and finite life I should anon awake to!

Nowadays the host does not admit you to his hearth, but has got the mason to build one for yourself somewhere in his alley, and hospitality is the art of keeping you at the greatest distance.

There is a sort of homely truth and naturalness in some books which is very rare to find, and yet looks cheap enough. There may benothing lofty in the sentiment, or fine in the expression, but it is careless country talk. Homeliness is almost as great a merit in a book as in a house, if the reader would abide there. It is next to beauty, and a very high art. Some have this merit only.

One man lies in his words, and gets a bad reputation; another in his manners, and enjoys a good one.

Some things are really necessaries of life in some circles, which in others are luxuries merely and in others still are entirely unknown.