For my part, I would rather look toward Rutland than Jerusalem. Rutland,--modern town,--land of ruts,--trivial and worn,--not toosacred,--with no holy sepulchre, but profane green fields and dusty roads, and opportunity to live as holy a life as you can, where the sacredness, if there is any, is all in yourself and not in the place.

To say that a man is your Friend means commonly no more than this, that he is not your enemy.

It takes two to speak the truth: one to speak, and another to hear.

If a man believes and expects great things of himself, it makes no odds where you put him, or what you show him . . he will be surrounded by grandeur.

Nature is as well adapted to our weakness as to our strength.

Let us spend one day as deliberately as Nature, and not be thrown off the track by every nutshell and mosquito's wing that falls on the rails.

The most primitive places left with us are the swamps, where the spruce still grows shaggy with usnea.