See only that thou work and thou canst not escape the reward.

We have a great deal more kindness than is ever spoken.

Body cannot teach wisdom; God only.

Whenever a mind is simple and receives an old wisdom, old things pass away,--means, teachers, texts, temples fall; it lives now, and absorbs past and future into present hour. All things are made sacred by relation to it,--one as much as another.

The craft with which the world is made runs also into the mind and character of men. No man is quite sane; each has a vein of folly in his composition, a slight determination of blood to the head, to make sure of holding him hard to some one point which Nature has taken to heart.

Nature is a rag merchant, who works up every shred and ort and end into new creations.

Why need I volumes, if one word suffice?