We talk of choosing our friends, but friends are self-elected.

Milton says, that the lyric poet may drink wine and live generously, but the epic poet, he who shall sing of the gods, and their descent unto men, must drink water out of a wooden bowl. For poetry is not "Devil's wine," but God's wine.

We are the prisoners of ideas.

There is no doctrine of the Reason which will bear to be taught by the Understanding.

There is no beautifier of complexion, or form, or behavior, like the wish to scatter joy and not pain around us.

Get Health. No labor, effort nor exercise that can gain it must be grudged.

Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.