In winter we lead a more inward life. Our hearts are warm and cheery, like cottages under drifts.

It is not that we love to be alone, but that we love to soar, and when we do soar, the company grows thinner and thinner until there is none at all. …We are not the less to aim at the summits though the multitude does not ascend them.

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.

How can you expect the birds to sing when their groves are cut down?

The fault finder will find faults even in paradise and thereby miss the joys that recognition of the positives bring.

Men have come to such a pass that they frequently starve, not for want of necessaries, but for want of luxuries.

Yet, for my part, I was never unusually squeamish; I could sometimes eat a fried rat with a good relish, if it were necessary.