The necessity of labor and conversation with many men and things to the scholar is rarely well remembered.

In our daily intercourse with men, our nobler faculties are dormant and suffered to rust. None will pay us the compliment to expect nobleness from us. Though we have gold to give, they demand only copper.

How wholesome winter is, seen far or near; how good, above all mere sentimental, warm-blooded, short-lived, soft-hearted, moral goodness, commonly so called. Give me the goodness which has forgotten its own deeds,--which God has seen to be good, and let be.

A thoroughbred business man cannot enter heartily upon the business of life without first looking into his accounts.

Men must speak English who can write Sanskrit; they must speak a modern language who write, perchance, an ancient and universal one.

Yet we do not treat ourselves nor one another thus tenderly.

In sane moments we regard only the facts, the case that is.