We do not ride on the railroad; it rides upon us.

Many are concerned about the monuments of the West and the East -- to know who built them. For my part, I should like to know who in those days did not build them -- who were above such trifling.

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

The man who is dissatisfied with himself, what can he do?

The true finish is the work of time, and the use to which a thing is put. The elements are still polishing the pyramids.

As for the dispute about solitude and society, any comparison is impertinent. It is an idling down on the plane at the base of a mountain, instead of climbing steadily to its top.

The most attractive sentences are not perhaps the wisest, but the surest and soundest.