Presents at once? That's good. He is sure to succeed.

Does not man lack the force at the very point where he needs it most? And when he soars upward in joy, or sinks down in suffering, is not checked in both, is he not returned again to the dull, cold sphere of awareness, just when he was longing to lose himself in the fullness of the infinite.

The rose is wont with pride to swell, and ever seeks to rise.

Thou art in the end what thou art. Put on wigs with millions of curls, set thy foot upon ell-high rocks. Thou abidest ever--what thou art.

Lay hold of life with both hands, whenever thou mayest seize it, it is interesting.

Nothing is more dangerous than solitude.

Alas! how much there is in education, and in our social institutions, to prepare us and our children for insanity.