The true harvest of my life is intangible - a little star dust caught, a portion of the rainbow I have clutched.

All this worldly wisdom was once the unamiable heresy of some wise man.

He who walks alone, waits for no-one.

I do not know but thoughts written down thus in a journal might be printed in the same form with greater advantage than if the related ones were brought together into separate essays.

The heart is forever inexperienced.

The fishermen say that the "thundering of the pond" scares the fishes and prevents their biting.

Economy is a subject which admits of being treated with levity, but it cannot so be disposed of.