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

Who that has heard a strain of music feared then lest he should speak extravagantly any more forever?

Whatever sentence will bear to be read twice, we may be sure was thought twice.

When we are unhurried and wise, we perceive that only great and worthy things have any permanent and absolute existence, that petty fears and petty pleasures are but the shadow of the reality.

The object of love expands and grows before us to eternity, until it includes all that is lovely, and we become all that can love.

To what end do I lead a simple life at all, pray? That I may teach others to simplify their lives? - and so all our lives be simplified merely, like an algebraic formula? Or not, rather, that I may make use of the ground I have cleared to live more worthily and profitably?

City life is millions of people being lonesome together.