For many years I was a self-appointed inspector of snowstorms and rainstorms and did my duty faithfully, though I never received payment for it.

What wealth is it to have such friends that we cannot think of them without elevation!

Some do not walk at all; others walk in the highways; a few walk across lots. Roads are made for horses and men of business. I do not travel in them much, comparatively, because I am not in a hurry to get to any tavern or grocery or livery-stable or depot to which they lead.

Read not the Times, read the Eternities.

For most men, it appears to me, are in a strange uncertainty about it (life), whether it is of the devil or of God, and have somewhat hastily concluded that it is the chief end of man here to 'glorify God and enjoy him forever.'

Cowards suffer, heroes enjoy.

The Grecian are youthful and erring and fallen gods, with the vices of men, but in many important respects essentially of the divine race.