Nothing can shock a brave man but dullness.

In solitude especialy do we begin to appreciate the advantage of living with someone who can think.

The oldest, wisest politician grows not more human so, but is merely a gray wharf rat at last.

It would be better if there were but one inhabitant to a square mile, as where I live.

Some are "industrious," and appear to love labor for its own sake, or perhaps because it keeps them out of worse mischief; to suchI have at present nothing to say. Those who would not know what to do with more leisure than they now enjoy, I might advise to work twice as hard as they do,--work till they pay for themselves, and get their free papers.

Morning brings back the heroic ages.

There were times when I could not afford to sacrifice the bloom of the present moment to any work, whether of the head or hand. I love a broad margin to my life.