If a man constantly aspires is he not elevated?

There are certain pursuits which, if not wholly poetic and true, do at least suggest a nobler and finer relation to nature than we know. The keeping of bees, for instance.

What wealth is it to have such friends that we cannot think of them without elevation!

Unless we do more than simply learn the trade of our time, we are but apprentices, and not yet masters of the art of life.

We slander the hyena; man is the fiercest and cruelest animal.

The front aspect of great thoughts can only be enjoyed by those who stand on the side whence they arrive.

Friends will not only live in harmony, but in melody.