The keeping of bees is like the direction of sunbeams.

The youth gets together his materials to build a bridge to the moon, or, perchance, a palace or temple on the earth, and, at length, the middle-aged man concludes to build a woodshed with them.

How often we find ourselves turning our backs on our actual friends, that we might go and meet their ideal cousins.

To say that a man is your Friend means commonly no more than this, that he is not your enemy.

These men, in teaching us how to die, have at the same time taught us how to live. If this man's acts and words do not create a revival, it will be the severest possible satire on the acts and words that do. It is the best news that America has ever heard.... How many a man who was lately contemplating suicide has now something to live for!

It is in vain to dream of a wildness distant from ourselves. There is none such.

In proportion as our inward life fails, we go more constantly and desperately to the post office. You may depend on it, that the poor fellow who walks away with the greatest number of letters, proud of his extensive correspondence, has not heard from himself this long while.