We are acquainted with a mere pellicle of the globe on which we live. Most have not delved six feet beneath the surface, nor leaped as many above it. We know not where we are. Beside, we are sound asleep nearly half our time.

It is usually the imagination that is wounded first, rather than the heart; it being much more sensitive.

At least let us have healthy books.

Still we live meanly like ants, though the fable tells us we were long ago changed into men.

The student may read Homer or Æschylus in the Greek without danger of dissipation or luxuriousness, for it implies that hein some measure emulate their heroes, and consecrate morning hours to their pages.

The fibers of all things have their tension and are strained like the strings of an instrument.

When I go out of the house for a walk, uncertain as yet whither I will bend my steps, [I] submit myself to my instinct to decide for me.