It is not worth the while to let our imperfections disturb us always.

There is more religion in men's science, than there is science in their religion.

As for style of writing, if one has anything to say, it drops from him simply and directly, as a stone falls to the ground.

The Friend asks no return but that his Friend will religiously accept and wear and not disgrace his apotheosis of him. They cherish each other's hopes. They are kind to each other's dreams.

In solitude especialy do we begin to appreciate the advantage of living with someone who can think.

To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating.

Linnæus, setting out for Lapland, surveys his "comb" and "spare shirt," "leathern breeches" and "gauze cap to keep off gnats," with as much complacency as Bonaparte a park of artillery for the Russian campaign. The quiet bravery of the man is admirable.