At a certain season of our life we are accustomed to consider every spot as the possible site of a house.

I have thought there was some advantage even in death, by which we mingle with the herd of common men.

Any moral philosophy is exceedingly rare. This of Menu addresses our privacy more than most. It is a more private and familiar, and at the same time, a more public and universal word, than is spoken in parlor or pulpit nowadays.

A man had better starve at once than lose his innocence in the process of getting his bread.

The earth I tread on is not a dead inert mass. It is a body, has a spirit; is organic and fluid to the influence of its spirit and to whatever particle of the spirit is in me.

Thank God, they cannot cut down the clouds!

We hate the kindness which we understand.