He whom common, gross, or stale objects allure, and when obtained, content, is a vulgar being, incapable of greatness in thought or action.

Joy and grief decide character. What exalts prosperity? what imbitters grief? what leaves us indifferent? what interests us? As the interest of man, so his God - as his God, so he.

You may depend upon it that he is a good man whose intimate friends are all good, and whose enemies are decidedly bad.

There are three classes of men; the retrograde, the stationary and the progressive.

If you see one cold and vehement at the same time, set him down for a fanatic.

Each particle of matter is an immensity, each leaf a world, each insect an inexplicable compendium.

All belief that does not make us more happy, more free, more loving, more active, more calm, is, I fear, a mistaken and superstitious belief.