Of a life of luxury the fruit is luxury, whether in agriculture, or commerce, or literature, or art.

What a pity if we do not live this short time according to the laws of the long time,--the eternal laws!

Every man is the builder of a temple, called his body, to the god he worships, after a style purely his own, nor can he get off by hammering marble instead. We are all sculptors and painters, and our material is our own flesh and blood and bones. Any nobleness begins at once to refine a man's features, any meanness or sensuality to imbrute them.

Nature has left nothing to the mercy of man.

Whether the flower looks better in the nosegay than in the meadow where it grew and we had to wet our feet to get it! Is the scholastic air any advantage?

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

The fire is the main comfort of the camp, whether in summer or winter