Love, and you shall be loved.

Every man is a divinity in disguise, a god playing the fool.

When it comes to divide an estate, the politest men quarrel.

A man of thought must feel the thought that is parent of the universe: that the masses of nature do undulate and flow.

The finest poetry was first experience.

The child realizes to every man his own earliest remembrance, and so supplies a defect in our education, or enables us to live over the unconscious history with a sympathy so tender as to be almost personal experience.

Pride can go without domestics, without fine clothes, can live in a house with two rooms, can eat potato, purslain, beans, lyed corn, can work on the soil, can travel afoot, can talk with poor men, or sit silent well contented with fine saloons. But vanity costs money, labor, horses, men, women, health and peace, and is still nothing at last; a long way leading nowhere.--Only one drawback; proud people are intolerably selfish, and the vain are gentle and giving.