Should not every apartment in which man dwells be lofty enough to create some obscurity overhead, where flickering shadows may play at evening about the rafters?

But labor of the hands, even when pursued to the verge of drudgery, is perhaps never the worst form of idleness. It has a constantand imperishable moral, and to the scholar it yields a classic result.

When I meet a government which says to me, "Your money or your life," why should I be in haste to give it my money?

If you give money, spend yourself with it.

I am too easily contented with a slight and almost animal happiness. My happiness is a good deal like that of the woodchucks.

In the mythus a superhuman intelligence uses the unconscious thoughts and dreams of men as its hieroglyphics to address men unborn.

Thank God, they cannot cut down the clouds!