But labor of the hands, even when pursued to the verge of drudgery, is perhaps never the worst form of idleness. It has a constantand imperishable moral, and to the scholar it yields a classic result.

The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man's abode.

Of all ebriosity, who does not prefer to be intoxicated by the air he breathes?

What have I to do with plows? I cut another furrow than you see.

Do not engage to find things as you think they are.

The thinnest yellow light of November is more warming and exhilarating than any wine they tell of. The mite which November contributes becomes equal in value to the bounty of July.

Many are concerned about the monuments of the West and the East -- to know who built them. For my part, I should like to know who in those days did not build them -- who were above such trifling.