I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite - only a sense of existence. Well, anything for variety. I am ready to try this for the next ten thousand years, and exhaust it. How sweet to think of! my extremities well charred, and my intellectual part too, so that there is no danger of worm or rot for a long while. My breath is sweet to me. O how I laugh when I think of my vague indefinite riches. No run on my bank can drain it, for my wealth is not possession but enjoyment.

Cultivate the habit of early rising. It is unwise to keep the head long on a level with the feet.

I am engaged to Concord and my own private pursuits by 10,000 ties, and it would be suicide to rend them.

In my afternoon walk I would fain forget all my morning occupations and my obligations to society.

We loiter in winter while it is already spring.

Think of admitting the details of a single case of the criminal court into our thoughts, to stalk profanely through their very sanctum sanctorum for an hour, ay, for many hours! to make a very barroom of the mind's inmost apartment, as if for so long the dust of the street had occupied us,--the very street itself, with all its travel, its bustle, and filth, had passed through our thoughts' shrine! Would it not be an intellectual and moral suicide?

If I knew for a certainty that a man was coming to my house with the conscious design of doing me good, I should run for my life.