I wish to suggest that a man may be very industrious, and yet not spend his time well. There is no more fatal blunderer than he who consumes the greater part of his life getting his living. All great enterprises are self-supporting. The poet, for instance, must sustain his body by his poetry, as a steam planing-mill feeds its boilers with the shavings it makes. You must get your living by loving.

There are sure to be two prescriptions diametrically opposite.

It requires nothing less than a chivalric feeling to sustain a conversation with a lady.

Yet we do not treat ourselves nor one another thus tenderly.

Old deeds for old people, and new deeds for new.

Our last deed, like the young of the land crab, wends its way to the sea of cause and effect as soon as born, and makes a drop there to eternity.

To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.