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

Even the utmost good-will and harmony and practical kindness are not sufficient for Friendship, for Friends do not live in harmony merely, as some say, but in melody. We do not wish for Friends to feed and clothe our bodies-neighbors are kind enough for that-but to do the like office to our spirits.

As for style of writing, if one has anything to say, it drops from him simply and directly, as a stone falls to the ground.

A man's wealth is measured by what he doesn't need.

Individuals, like nations, must have suitable broad and natural boundaries, even a considerable neutral ground, between them.

I do not know how to distinguish between waking life and a dream. Are we not always living the life that we imagine we are?

Give me a sentence which no intelligence can understand. There must be a kind of life and palpitation to it, and under its words akind of blood must circulate forever.