As the least drop of wine tinges the whole goblet, so the least particle of truth colors our whole life.

A man may esteem himself happy when that which is his food is also his medicine.

We are often struck by the force and precision of style to which hard-working men, unpracticed in writing, easily attain when required to make the effort. As if plainness and vigor and sincerity, the ornaments of style, were better learned on the farm and in the workshop than in the schools. The sentences written by such rude hands are nervous and tough, like hardened thongs, the sinews of the deer, or the roots of the pine.

A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone.

One is wise to cultivate the tree that bears fruit in our soul.

There are various tough problems yet to solve, and we must shift to live, betwixt spirit and matter, such a human life as we can.

If one listens to the faintest but constant suggestions of his genius, which are certainly true, he sees not to what extremes, or even insanity, it may lead him; and yet that way, as he grows more resolute and faithful, his road lies.