I see the spectacle of morning from the hilltop over against my house, from daybreak to sunrise, with emotions which an angel might share. The long slender bars of cloud float like fishes in the sea of crimson light. From the earth, as a shore, I look out into that silent sea. I seem to partake its rapid transformations; the active enchantment reaches my dust, and I dilate and conspire with the morning wind.

Society is infested by persons who, seeing that the sentiments please, counterfeit the expression of them. These we call sentimentalists - talkers who mistake the description for the thing, saying for having.

Pride eradicates all vices but itself.

The civilized man has built a coach, but has lost the use of his feet.

The one thing in the world, of value, is the active soul

We must leave our pets at home, when we go into the street, and meet men on broad grounds of good meaning and good sense.

If we live truly, we shall see truly.