Never lose an opportunity to see anything that is beautiful. It is God's handwriting a wayside sacrament. Welcome it in every fair face, every fair sky, every fair flower.

Money is of no value; it cannot spend itself. All depends on the skill of the spender.

The way of Providence is a little rude. The habit of snake and spider, the snap of the tiger and other leapers and bloody jumpers, the crackle of the bones of his prey in the coil of the anaconda-these are in the system, and our habits are like theirs.

Wait, and thy soul shall speak.

For nonconformity the world will whip you with its displeasure.

The love of novels is the preference of sentiment to the senses.

Nature: She pardons no mistakes. Her yea is yea, and her nay, nay.