Morning work! By the blushes of Aurora and the music of Memnon, what should be man's morning work in this world?

It is remarkable that almost all speakers and writers feel it to be incumbent on them, sooner or later, to prove or acknowledge the personality of God. Some Earl of Bridgewater, thinking it better late than never, has provided for it in his will. It is a sad mistake.

I do not know what right I have to so much happiness, but rather hold it in reserve till the time of my desert.

It is dry, hazy June weather. We are more of the earth, farther from heaven these days.

Our vices always lie in the direction of our virtues, and in their best estate are but plausible imitations of the latter.

The soul grows by subtraction, not addition.

Nature abhors a vacuum, and if I can only walk with sufficient carelessness I am sure to be filled.