When some external event raises your spirits and you think good days are preparing for you, do not believe it. It can never be so. Nothing can bring you peace but yourself.

The goof man, in dealing with his people, taxes them with luxury.

All things are moral; and in their boundless changes have an unceasing reference to spiritual nature.

Crime and punishment grow out of one stem.

Do what we can, summer will have its flies.

Every man is actually weak, and apparently strong. To himself, he seems weak; to others, formidable.

We come to our own and would make friends with matter, which the ambitious chatter of the schools would persuade us to despise. We can never part with it; the mind loves its old home: as water to our thirst, so is rock, the ground, to our eyes, and hands, and feet. It is firm water: it is cold flame: what health, what affinity!