It's not enough to be busy.

The ways in which most men get their living, that is, live, are mere makeshifts, and a shirking of the real business of life,--chiefly because they do not know, but partly because they do not mean, any better.

Nature herself has not provided the most graceful end for her creatures. What becomes of all these birds that people the air and forest for our solacement? The sparrow seems always chipper, never infirm. We do not see their bodies lie about. Yet there is a tragedy at the end of each one of their lives. They must perish miserably; not one of them is translated. True, "not a sparrow falleth to the ground without our Heavenly Father's knowledge," but they do fall, nevertheless.

The thoughtful man becomes a hermit in the thoroughfares of the marketplace.

Men do not fail commonly for want of knowledge, but for want of prudence to give wisdom the preference.

The virtue of making two blades of grass grow where only one grew before does not begin to be superhuman.

All men are children, and of one family.