Mountains are earth's undecaying monuments.

There is something truer and more real, than what we can see with the eyes, and touch with the finger.

There is no such thing in man's nature as a settled and full resolve either for good or evil, except at the very moment of execution.

Trusting no man as his friend, he could not recognize his enemy when the latter actually appeared.

It is my opinion that a man's soul may be buried and perish under a dung-heap, or in a furrow field, just as well as under a pile of money.

Thus we see, too, in the world that some persons assimilate only what is ugly and evil from the same moral circumstances which supply good and beautiful results--the fragrance of celestial flowers--to the daily life of others.

Sleeping or waking, we hear not the airy footsteps of the strange things that almost happen.