Pity the man who has a character to support - it is worse than a large family - he is silent poor indeed.

For the most part we allow only outlying and transient circumstances to make our occasions. They are, in fact, the cause of our distraction.

This whole earth which we inhabit is but a point in space. How far apart, think you, dwell the most distant inhabitants of yonder star, the breadth of whose disk cannot be appreciated by our instruments?

To forget all about your mistakes adds to them perhaps.

When my legs begin to move, the thoughts begin to flow.

A written word is the choicest of relics. It is something at once more intimate with us and more universal than any other work of art. It is the work of art nearest to life itself. It may be translated into every language, and not only be read but actually breathed from all human lips; -- not be represented on canvas or in marble only, but be carved out of the breath of life itself.

The customs of some savage nations might, perchance, be profitably imitated by us, for they at least go through the semblance of casting their slough annually; they have the idea of the thing, whether they have the reality or not.