And blessed are the horny hands of toil.

Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do that day, which must be done, whether you like it or not.

I willingly confess to so great a partiality for trees as tempts me to respect a man in exact proportion to his respect for them.

Whatever you may be sure of, be sure of this, that you are dreadfully like other people.

Most religion-mongers have bated their paradises with a bit of toasted cheese. They have tempted the body with large promises of possessions in their transmortal El Dorado. Sancho Panza will not quit his chimney-corner, but under promise of imaginary islands to govern.

There is surely room for yet another schoolmaster when a score of seers advertise themselves in Boston newspapers.

Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.