The path of nature is, indeed, a narrow one, and it is only the immortals that seek it, and, when they find it, do not find themselves cramped therein.

Nature fits all her children with something to do, he who would write and can't write, can surely review.

A stray hair, by its continued irritation, may give more annoyance than a smart blow.

Large charity doth never soil, but only whitens soft white hands.

True scholarship consists in knowing not what things exist, but what they mean; it is not memory but judgment.

They talk about their Pilgrim blood, their birthright high and holy! a mountain-stream that ends in mud thinks is melancholy.

Take winter as you find him, and he turns out to be a thoroughly honest fellow; with no nonsense in him, which is a great comfort in the long-run.