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.

Men are like trees: each one must put forth the leaf that is created in him.

Mirth is the sweet wine of human life. It should be offered sparkling with zestful life unto God.

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.

Self-contemplation is apt to end in self-conceit.

A gamester, as such, is the cool, calculating, essential spirit of concentrated, avaricious selfishness.

Involved sentences, crooked, circuitous, and parenthetical, no matter how musically they may be balanced, are prejudicial to a facile understanding of the truth.