The three-o'-clock in the morning courage, which Bonaparte thought was the rarest.

The question is not what you look at – but how you look & whether you see.

In winter we lead a more inward life. Our hearts are warm and cheery, like cottages under drifts, whose windows and doors are halfconcealed, but from whose chimneys the smoke cheerfully ascends.... We enjoy now, not an Oriental, but a Boreal leisure, around warm stoves and fireplaces, and watch the shadow of motes in the sunbeams.

For my part, I could easily do without the post-office. I think that there are very few important communications made through it.

To the sick the doctors wisely recommend a change of air and scenery.

Christ is the prince of Reformers and Radicals.

Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth.