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

It does not need that a poem should be long. Every word was once a poem.

Every industrious man, in every lawful calling, is a useful man. And one principal reason why men are so often useless is that they neglect their own profession or calling, and divide and shift their attention among a multiplicity of objects and pursuits.

To finish the moment, to find the journey's end in every step of the road, to live the greatest number of good hours, is wisdom.

A man finds room in the few square inches of the face for the traits of all his ancestors; for the expression of all his history, and his wants.

Good bye, proud world! I'm going home; Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine

Cities force growth and make men talkative and entertaining, but they make them artificial. What possesses interest for us is thenatural of each, his constitutional excellence. This is forever a surprise, engaging and lovely; we cannot be satiated with knowing it, and about it; and it is this which the conversation with Nature cherishes and guards.