A man often pays dear for a small frugality.

A life in harmony with nature, the love of truth and virtue, will purge the eyes to understanding her text.

So . . . I feel in regard to this aged England . . . pressed upon by transitions of trade and . . . competing populations,-I see her not dispirited, not weak, but well remembering that she has seen dark days before;-indeed, with a kind of instinct that she sees a little better in a cloudy day, and that, in storm of battle and calamity, she has a secret vigor and a pulse like a cannon.

The world is upheld by the veracity of good men: they make the earth wholesome. They who lived with them found life glad and nutritious. Life is sweet and tolerable only in our belief in such society.

The vanishing, volatile froth of the present which any shadow will alter, any thought blow away, any event annihilate, is every moment converted into the adamantine.

A good symbol is the best argument, and is a missionary to persuade thousands.

Every promise of the soul has innumerable fulfillments; each of its joys ripens into a new want.