The philanthropist too often surrounds mankind with the remembrance of his own cast- off griefs as an atmosphere, and calls it sympathy. We should impart our courage, and not our despair, our health and ease, and not our disease, and take care that this does not spread by contagion.

I have lately got back to that glorious society called Solitude.

Only the traveling is good which reveals to me the value of home and enables me to enjoy it better.

It is no more dusky in ordinary nights than our mind's habitual atmosphere, and the moonlight is as bright as our most illuminatedmoments are.

There is no value in life except what you choose to place upon it and no happiness in any place except what you bring to it yourself.

The Oriental philosophy approaches easily loftier themes than the modern aspires to; and no wonder if it sometimes prattle about them. It only assigns their due rank respectively to Action and Contemplation, or rather does full justice to the latter. Western philosophers have not conceived of the significance of Contemplation in their sense.

Thus men will lie on their backs, talking about the fall of man, and never make an effort to get up.