It is remarkable how easily and insensibly we fall into a particular route, and make a beaten track for ourselves.

The faultfinder will find faults even in paradise.

When a man dies he kicks the dust.

We can never have enough of nature. We must be refreshed by the sight of inexhaustible vigor, vast and titanic features, the sea-coast with its wrecks, the wilderness with its living and its decaying trees, the thunder-cloud, and the rain.

I was born upon thy bank, river, My blood flows in thy stream, And thou meanderest forever, At the bottom of my dream.

What stuff is the man made of who is not coexistent in our thought with the purest and sublimest truth?

Men are in the main alike, but they were made several in order that they might be various. If a low use is to be served, one man will do nearly quite as well as another; if a high one, individual excellence is to be regarded.