Let us spend one day as deliberately as Nature, and not be thrown off the track by every nutshell and mosquito's wing that falls on the rails.

A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind.

Much is published, but little printed.

There are some things which a man never speaks of, which are much finer kept silent about. To the highest communications we only lend a silent ear.

We slander the hyena; man is the fiercest and cruelest animal.

In love and friendship the imagination is as much exercised as the heart; and if either is outraged the other will be estranged. It is commonly the imagination which is wounded first, rather than the heart,--it is so much the more sensitive.

So our human life but dies down to its root, and still puts forth its green blade to eternity.