Charity, like poetry, should be cultivated, if only for its being graceful.

Climate of Egypt in winter is the reign of spring upon earth, & summer in the air, and tranquility in the heat.

Death is only a launching into the region of the strange Untried; it is but the first salutation to the possibilities of the immense Remote, the Wild, the Watery, the Unshored.

The pulpit is ever this earth's foremost part; all the rest comes in its rear; the pulpit leads the world. From thence it is the storm of God's quick wrath is first descried, and the bow must bearthe earliest brunt. From thence it is the God of breezes fair or foul is first invokedfor favorable winds. Yes, the world's a ship on its passage out, and not a voyage complete; and the pulpit is its prow.

Mystery is in the morning, and mystery in the night, and the beauty of mystery is everywhere; but still the plain truth remains, that mouth and purse must be filled.

Aid my disillusionment, my friend!

I could...see in Emerson...that had he lived in those days when the world was made, he might have offered some valuable suggestions.