What the banker sighs for, the meanest clown may have-leisure and a quiet mind.

Winter is the time for study, you know, and the colder it is the more studious we are.

We seem to think that the earth must go through the ordeal of sheep-pasturage before it is habitable by man.

Men nowhere, east or west, live yet a natural life, round which the vine clings, and which the elm willingly shadows. Man would desecrate it by his touch, and so the beauty of the world remains veiled to him. He needs not only to be spiritualized, but naturalized, on the soil of earth.

It is not easy to make our lives respectable by any course of activity. We must repeatedly withdraw into our shells of thought, like the tortoise, somewhat helplessly; yet there is more than philosophy in that.

All good things are cheap: all bad are very dear.

In respect to religion and the healing art, all nations are still in a state of barbarism. In the most civilized countries the priest is still but a Powwow, and the physician a Great Medicine.