Remarkable trait in the American Character is the union, not very infrequent, of Yankee cleverness with spiritualism.

You have just dined, and however scrupulously the slaughterhouse is concealed in the graceful distance of miles, there is complicity.

How much better when the whole land is a garden, and the people have grown up in the bowers of a paradise.

If the aristocrat is only valid in fashionable circles, and not with truckmen, he will never be a leader in fashion; and if the man of the people cannot speak on equal terms with the gentleman, so that the gentleman shall perceive that he is already really of his own order, he is not to be feared.

He that loveth maketh his own the grandeur he loves

Is not prayer a study of truth, a sally of the soul into the unfound infinite? No man ever prayed heartily without learning something.

The True Artist has the planet for his pedestal; the adventurer, after years of strife, has nothing broader than his shoes.