Every act of the man inscribes itself in the memories of his fellows, and in his own manners and face. The air is full of sounds;the sky, of tokens; the ground is all memoranda and signatures; and every object covered over with hints, which speak to the intelligent.

For the time of towns is tolled from the world by funereal chimes, but in nature the universal hours are counted by succeeding tribes of animals and plants, and by growth of joy on joy.

We do what we must, and call it by the best names.

The condition which high friendship demands is ability to do without it.

Art is a jealous mistress.

A house is made with walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.

In the morning a man walks with his whole body; in the evening, only with his legs.