Art can never match the luxury and superfluity of Nature. In the former all is seen; it cannot afford concealed wealth, and is niggardly in comparison; but Nature, even when she is scant and thin outwardly, satisfies us still by the assurance of a certain generosity at the roots.

A healthy man, indeed, is the complement of the seasons, and in winter, summer is in his heart.

Between whom there is hearty truth there is love.

How can we expect a harvest of thought who have not had a seedtime of character?

A true politeness does not result from any hasty and artificial polishing, it is true, but grows naturally in characters of the right grain and quality, through a long fronting of men and events, and rubbing on good and bad fortune.

Cultivate the habit of early rising. It is unwise to keep the head long on a level with the feet.

At death our friends and relatives either draw nearer to us and are found out, or depart farther from us and are forgotten. Friends are as often brought nearer together as separated by death.