There is really nothing left to a genuine idle man, who possesses any considerable degree of vital power, but sin.

God be thanked that there are some in the world to whose hearts the barnacles will not cling.

Life was intended to be so adjusted that the body should be the servant of the soul, and always subordinate to the soul.

This world of sense, built by the imagination--how fair and foul it is! Like a fairy island in the sea of life, it smiles in sunlight and sleeps in green, known of the world not by communion of knowledge, but by personal, secret discovery!

Doubtless the world is wicked enough; but it will not be improved by the extension of a spirit which self-righteously sees more to reform outside of itself than in itself.

Who never walks save where he sees men's tracks makes no discoveries.

Why will you be always sallying out to break lances with other people's wind-mills, when your own is not capable of grinding corn for the horse you ride?