Work and thou canst escape the reward; whether the work be fine or course, planting corn or writing epics, so only it be honest work, done to thine own approbation, it shall earn a reward to the senses as well as to the thought.

Life is a boundless privilege, and when you pay for your ticket, and get into the car, you have no guess what good company you shall find there.

The Buddhist, who thanks no man, who says "Do not flatter your benefactors," but who, in his conviction that every good deed can by no possibility escape its reward, will not deceive the benefactor by pretending that he has done more than he should, is a Transcendentalist.

When the eyes say one thing, and the tongue another, a practiced man relies on the language of the first.

Men are like Geneva watches with crystal faces, which expose the whole movement.

Some of the sweetest hours in life, in retrospect will be found to have been spent with books.

The ragged cliff has thousand faces in a thousand hours.