How prompt we are to satisfy the hunger and thirst of our bodies; how slow to satisfy the hunger and thirst of our souls!

Cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage.

The first pleasant days of spring come out like a squirrel and go in again.

There has always been the same amount of light in the world. The new and missing stars, the comets and eclipses, do not affect thegeneral illumination, for only our glasses appreciate them.

Our panaceas cure but few ails, our general hospitals are private and exclusive. We must set up another Hygeia than is now worshiped. Do not the quacks even direct small doses for children, larger for adults, and larger still for oxen and horses? Let us remember that we are to prescribe for the globe itself.

Spring. March fans it, April christens it, and May puts on its jacket and trousers.

What is sour in the house a bracing walk in the woods makes sweet.