When a man dies he kicks the dust.

Especially the transcendental philosophy needs the leaven of humor to render it light and digestible.

Humility like darkness reveals the heavenly lights.

Some are "industrious," and appear to love labor for its own sake, or perhaps because it keeps them out of worse mischief; to suchI have at present nothing to say. Those who would not know what to do with more leisure than they now enjoy, I might advise to work twice as hard as they do,--work till they pay for themselves, and get their free papers.

But perhaps a man is not required to bury himself.

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.

It is an unfortunate discovery certainly, that of a law which binds us where we did not know before that we were bound.