It is about your outlook towards life. You can either regret or rejoice.

Love is the bright foreigner, the foreign self.

If we tire of the saints, Shakspeare is our city of refuge.

There is virtue yet in the hoe and the spade, for learned as well as for unlearned hands. And labor is everywhere welcome; alwayswe are invited to work.

The consciousness in each man is a sliding scale, which identifies him now with the First Cause, and now with the flesh of his body; life above life, in infinite degrees.

We must set up a strong present tense against all rumors of wrath, past and to come.

No man acquires property without acquiring with it a little arithmetic also.