To say that a man is your Friend means commonly no more than this, that he is not your enemy.

Our circumstances answer to our expectations and the demand of our natures.

Instead of noblemen, let us have noble villages of men.

My friend is one... who take me for what I am.

Nature is not made after such a fashion as we would have her. We piously exaggerate her wonders, as the scenery around our home.

Poverty ... It is life near the bone, where it is sweetest.

The wildest dreams of wild men, even, are not the less true, though they may not recommend themselves to the sense which is most common among Englishmen and Americans to-day. It is not every truth that recommends itself to the common sense. Nature has a place for the wild clematis as well as for the cabbage. Some expressions of truth are reminiscent,--others merely sensible, as the phrase is,--others prophetic.