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.

Nothing is great but the inexhaustible wealth of nature.

Style is only the frame to hold your thoughts. It is like the sash of a window; if heavy, it will obscure the light.

There is a crack in everything God has made

Astronomy is a cold, desert science, with all its pompous figures,-depends a little too much on the glass-grinder, too little on the mind. 'T is of no use to show us more planets and systems. We know already what matter is, and more or less of it does not signify.

A farm is a good thing, when it begins and ends with itself, and does not need a salary, or a shop, to eke it out.

In failing circumstances no one can be relied on to keep their integrity.