Sickness is poor-spirited, and cannot serve anyone; it must husband its resources to live. But health or fullness answers its own ends, and has to spare, runs over, and inundates the neighborhoods and creeks of other men's necessities.

Society is frivolous, and shreds its day into scraps, its conversation into ceremonies and escapes.

Don't make a novel to establish a principle of political economy. You will spoil both.

Let us learn the meaning of economy. Economy is a high human office,--a sacrament when its aim is grand, when it is the prudence of simple tastes, when it is practised for freedom or for love or devotion.

In skating over thin ice our safety is in our speed.

Our statute is a currency which we stamp with our own portrait.

Men in all ways are better than they seem.