The dog is the god of frolic.

Discover what you are.

Living is death; dying is life. We are not what we appear to be. On this side of the grave we are exiles, on that citizens; on this side orphans, on that children.

Many of our troubles are God dragging us, and they would end if we would stand upon our feet and go whither He would have us go.

Books are the true metempsychosis,--they are the symbol and presage of immortality. The dead men are scattered, and none shall find them. Behold they are here! they do but sleep.

Maple-trees are the cows of trees (spring-milked).

God never made anything else so beautiful as man.