A man's growth is seen in the successive choirs of his friends.

If we could have any security against moods! If the profoundest prophet could be holden to his words, and the hearer who is readyto sell all and join the crusade, could have any certificate that to-morrow his prophet shall not unsay his testimony!

Be silly. Be honest. Be kind.

The whole value of the dime is in knowing what to do with it.

It is very odd that Nature should be so unscrupulous. She is no saint . . .

We stand against fate, as children stand up against the wall in their father's house, and notch their height from year to year. But when the boy grows to a man, and is master of the house, he pulls down that wall and builds it new and bigger.

The maker of a sentence launches out into the infinite.