I do not know where to find in any literature, whether ancient or modern, any adequate account of that Nature with which I am acquainted.

We are all of us more or less active physiognomists.

We belong to the community. It is not the tailor alone who is the ninth part of a man; it is as much the preacher, and the merchant, and the farmer. Where is this division of labor to end? and what object does it finally serve? No doubt another may also think for me; but it is not therefore desirable that he should do so to the exclusion of my thinking for myself.

Every man looks at his wood-pile with a kind of affection.

Where there is not discernment, the behavior even of the purest soul may in effect amount to coarseness.

Spring. March fans it, April christens it, and May puts on its jacket and trousers.

Any fool can make a rule, and any fool will mind it.