The divine chemistry works in the subsoil.

...Chillingworth was a striking evidence of man's faculty of transforming himself into a devil, if he will only, for a reasonable space of time, undertake a devil's office.

Happiness is like a butterfly.

Technologies of easy travel give us wings; they annihilate the toil and dust of pilgrimage; they spiritualize travel! Transition being so facile, what can be any man's inducement to tarry in one spot?

Be true! Be true! Be true! Show freely to the world, if not your worst, yet some trait whereby the worst may be inferred!

No man for any considerable period can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.

A stale article, if you dip it in a good, warm, sunny smile, will go off better than a fresh one that you've scowled upon.