We not only live among men, but there are airy hosts, blessed spectators, sympathetic lookers-on, that see and know and appreciate our thoughts and feelings and acts.

A book is a garden; A book is an orchard; A book is a storehouse; A book is a party. It is company by the way; it is a counselor; it is a multitude of counselors.

Sophistry is the fallacy of argument.

A man that puts himself on the ground of moral principle, if the whole world be against him, is mightier than all of them.

Tears are often the telescope by which men see far into heaven.

It is the end of art to inoculate men with the love of nature. But those who have a psssion for nature in the natural way, need no pictures nor gallereies. Spring is their designer, and the whole year their artist.

If you are idle, you are on the road to ruin; and there are few stopping-places upon it. It is rather a precipice than a road