Thou wine art the friend of the friendless, though a foe to all.

We die, because we live.

I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.

While nature thus very early and very abundantly feeds us, she is very late in tutoring us as to the proper methodization of our diet.

We incline to think that God cannot explain His own secrets and that He would like a little information upon certain points Himself. We mortals astonish Him as much as He us. But it is this Being of the matter; there lies the knot with which we choke ourselves. As soon as you say Me, a God, a Nature, so soon you jump off from your stool and hang from the beam. Yes, that word is the hangman. Take God out of the dictionary, and you would have Him in the street.

all mankind, not excluding Americans, are sinners--miserable sinners, as even no few Bostonians themselves nowadays contritely respond in the liturgy.

Do not presume, well-housed, well-warmed, and well-fed, to criticize the poor