To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning.

The repugnance to animal food is not the effect of experience, but is an instinct. It appeared more beautiful to live low and farehard in many respects; and though I never did so, I went far enough to please my imagination.

A modern author would have died in infancy in a ruder age.

A man may acquire a taste for wine or brandy, and so lose his love for water, but should we not pity him.

No face which we can give to a matter will stead us so well at last as the truth. This alone wears well.

I have heard of a man lost in the woods and dying of famine and exhaustion at the foot of a tree, whose loneliness was relieved by the grotesque visions with which, owing to bodily weakness, his diseased imagination surrounded him, and which he believed to be real. So also, owing to bodily and mental health and strength, we may be continually cheered by a like but more normal and natural society, and come to know that we are never alone.

Should not every apartment in which man dwells be lofty enough to create some obscurity overhead, where flickering shadows may play at evening about the rafters?