You must hear the birds song without attempting to render it into nouns and verbs.

Classics which at home are drowsily read have a strange charm in a country inn, or in the transom of a merchant brig.

God hides things by putting them near us.

Thus grows up fashion, an equivocal semblance, the most puissant, the most fantastic and frivolous, the most feared and followed, and which morals and violence assault in vain.

Thus is man made equal to every event. He can face danger for the right. A poor, tender, painful body, he can run into flame or bullets or pestilence, with duty for his guide.

Health is the condition of wisdom, and the sign is cheerfulness, - an open and noble temper.

We do not yet trust the unknown power of thoughts.