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.

The years teach much which the days never know.

Some people will tell you there is a great deal of poetry and fine sentiment in a chest of tea.

There is never a beginning, there is never an end, to the inexplicable continuity of this web of God, but always circular power returning into itself.

There is a capacity of virtue in us, and there is a capacity of vice to make your blood creep.

Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beauty is God's handwriting.

The meaning of good and bad, of better and worse, is simply helping or hurting.