Our moral faculties must be placed highest, else they can no more flourish than could a plant growing under the shade and drip of trees.

Nothing marks the change from the city to the country so much as the absence of grinding noises. The country is never silent. But its sounds are separate, distinct, and as it were, articulate.

It is a bitter thought to an avaricious spirit that by and by all these accumulations must be left behind. We can only carry away from this world the flavor of our good or evil deeds.

Good nature is worth more than knowledge, more than money, more than honor, to the persons who possess it.

The monkey is an organized sarcasm upon the human race.

There is nothing that is so wonderfully created as the human soul. There is something of God in it. We are infinite in the future, though we are finite in the past.

Love is the river of life in this world.