Be NOBLE! and the nobleness that liesIn other men, sleeping, but never dead,Will rise in majesty to meet thine own.

And blessed are the horny hands of toil.

Be He nowhere else, God is in all that liberates and lifts, in all that humbles, sweetens, and consoles.

He gives us the very quintessence of perception,-the clearly crystalized precipitation of all that is most precious in the ferment of impression after the impertinent and obtrusive particulars have evaporated from the memory.

The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude.

Time makes ancient good uncouth.

I don't believe in principle, but I do in interest.