All persons are puzzles until at last we find in some word or act the key to the man, to the woman; straightway all their past words and actions lie in light before us.

Do your work, but do your thing.

If the gatherer gathers too-much, Nature takes out of the man what she puts into his chest; swells the estate, but kills the owner. Nature hates, monopolies and exceptions.

I believe that our own experience instructs us that the secret of Education lies in respecting the pupil.

Alas for the unhappy man that is called to stand in the pulpit, and not give the bread of life.

Every word was once a poem. Every new relation is a new word.

Go into one of our cool churches, and begin to count the words that might be spared, and in most places the entire sermon will go.