Tis the privilege of Art Thus to play its cheerful part, Man on earth to acclimate And bend the exile to his fate.

The heroic soul does not sell its justice and its nobleness.

Nature is what you may do. There is much you may not do.

When life has been well spent, age is a loss of what it can well spare,--muscular strength, organic instincts, gross bulk, and works that belong to these. But the central wisdom, which was old in infancy, is young in fourscore years, and dropping off obstructions, leaves in happy subjects the mind purified and wise.

What we seek we shall find; what we flee from flees from us.

Live, let live, and help live

I cannot often enough say, that a man is only a relative and representative nature. Each is a hint of the truth, but far enough from being that truth, which yet he quite newly and inevitably suggests to us. If I seek it in him, I shall not find it.