We are happy in proportion to the things we can do without.

Nature confounds her summer distinctions at this season. The heavens seem to be nearer the earth. The elements are less reserved and distinct. Water turns to ice, rain to snow. The day is but a Scandinavian night. The winter is an arctic summer.

Men profess to be lovers of music, but for the most part they give no evidence in their opinions and lives that they have heard it.

A man cannot be said to succeed in this life who does not satisfy one friend.

Life is so short that it is not wise to take roundabout ways, nor can we spend much time in waiting.... We have not got half-way to dawn yet.

One cannot too soon forget his errors and misdemeanors. To dwell long upon them is to add to the offense.

The mass of men are very easily imposed on. They have their runways in which they always travel, and are sure to fall into any pit or box-trap set therein.