Man is that name of power which rises above them all, and gives to every one the right to be that which God meant he should be.

When flowers are full of heaven-descended dews, they always hang their heads; but men hold theirs the higher the more they receive, getting proud as they get full.

A man never has good luck who has a bad wife.

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

The pie should be eaten "while it is yet florescent, white or creamy yellow, with the merest drip of candied juice along the edges, (as if the flavor were so good to itself that its own lips watered!) of a mild and modest warmth, the sugar suggesting jelly, yet not jellied, the morsels of apple neither dissolved nor yet in original substance, but hanging as it were in a trance between the spirit and the flesh of applehood...then, O blessed man, favored by all the divinities! eat, give thanks, and go forth, 'in apple-pie order!'"

The elect, those who will; the non-elect, those who won't.

Sorrows are gardeners: they plant flowers along waste places, and teach vines to cover barren heaps.