A thoroughbred business man cannot enter heartily upon the business of life without first looking into his accounts.

What avails it that another loves you, if he does not understand you? Such love is a curse.

I love my friends very much, but I find that it is of no use to go to see them. I hate them commonly when I am near them. They belie themselves and deny me continually.

Time is like a handful of sand - the tighter you grasp it, the faster it runs through your fingers.

There is more religion in men's science, than there is science in their religion.

Slow are the beginnings of philosophy.

Methinks some creeds in vestries and churches do forget the hunter wrapped in furs by the Great Slave Lake, and that the Esquimauxsledges are drawn by dogs, and in the twilight of the northern night the hunter does not give over to follow the seal and walrus on the ice. They are of sick and diseased imaginations who would toll the world's knell so soon. Cannot these sedentary sects do better than prepare the shrouds and write the epitaphs of those other busy living men? The practical faith of all men belies the preacher's consolation.