Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself.

To be a philosopher... is to solve some of the problems of life, not only theoretically, but practically.

The words of some men are thrown forcibly against you and adhere like burrs.

I have heard of a minister, who had been a fisherman, being settled in Bridgewater for as long a time as he could tell a cod froma haddock. Generous as it seems, this condition would empty most country pulpits forthwith, for it is long since the fishers of men were fishermen.

Sincerity is a great but rare virtue, and we pardon to it much complaining, and the betrayal of many weaknesses.

The devil finds work for idle hands.

So is the English Parliament provincial. Mere country bumpkins, they betray themselves, when any more important question arises for them to settle, the Irish question, for instance,--the English question why did I not say? Their natures are subdued to what they work in. Their "good breeding" respects only secondary objects.