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

I wish to learn what life has to teach, and not, when I come to die, discover that I have not truly lived.

I do not value any view of the universe into which man and the institutions of man enter very largely and absorb much of the attention. Man is but the place where I stand, and the prospect hence is infinite.

Instead of the scream of a fish hawk scaring the fishes, is heard the whistle of the steam-engine, arousing a country to its progress.

The character inherent in the American people has done all that has been accomplished; and it would have done somewhat more, if the government had not sometimes got in its way.

The pleasures of the intellect are permanent, the pleasures of the heart are transitory.

I should consider it a greater success to interest one wise and earnest soul, than a million unwise and frivolous.