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

Insane!... Ask the tyrant who is his most dangerous foe, the sane man or the insane?

The stars are the jewels of the night, and perchance surpass anything which day has to show. A companion with whom I was sailing one very windy but bright moonlight night, when the stars were few and faint, thought that a man could get along with them,-though he was considerably reduced in his circumstances,-that they were a kind of bread and cheese that never failed.

The next time the novelist rings the bell I will not stir though the meeting-house burn down.

A temple, you know, was anciently "an open place without a roof," whose walls served merely to shut out the world and direct the mind toward heaven; but a modern meeting-house shuts out the heavens, while it crowds the world into still closer quarters.

Cowards suffer, heroes enjoy.

This world is a place of business. What an infinite bustle!