The history of reform is always identical; it is the comparison of the idea with the fact. Our modes of living are not agreeable to our imagination. We suspect they are unworthy. We arraign our daily employments.

If you would not be known to do anything, never do it.

Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, Faith looks up

I wish that life should not be cheap, but sacred. I wish the days to be as centuries, loaded, fragrant.

Every individual strives to grow and exclude, to the extremities of the universe, and to impose the law of its being on every other creature.

Tis a rule of manners to avoid exaggeration.

The conservative assumes sickness as a necessity, and his social frame is a hospital, his total legislation is for the present distress, a universe in slippers and flannels, with bib and papspoon, swallowing pills and herb-tea.