Happy will that house be in which the relations are formed from character; after the highest, and not after the lowest order; the house in which character marries, and not confusion and a miscellany of unavowable motives.

Every thing admonishes us how needlessly long life is.

Go, speed the stars of Thought On to their shining goals; - The sower scatters broad his seed, The wheat thou strew'st be souls.

A feeble man can see the farms that are fenced and tilled, the houses that are built. The strong man sees the possible houses and farms. His eye makes estates as fast as the sun breeds clouds.

Honor and fortune exist for him who always recognizes the neighborhood of the great, always feels himself in the presence of high causes.

Truth is too simple for us: we do not like those who unmask our illusions.

I read the other day some verses written by an eminent painter which were original and not conventional.