Let us not play at kittly-benders. There is a solid bottom everywhere.

Objects of charity are not guests.

That aim in life is highest which requires the highest and finest discipline.

A perfectly healthy sentence, it is true, is extremely rare. For the most part we miss the hue and fragrance of the thought; as if we could be satisfied with the dews of the morning or evening without their colors, or the heavens without their azure.

But men labor under a mistake. The better part of the man is soon plowed into the soil for compost.

Our manners have been corrupted by communication with the saints.

In my walks, I would fain return to my senses. What business have I in the woods if I am thinking of something out of the woods?