We are ashamed of our thoughts and often see them brought forth by others.

I read the other day some verses written by an eminent painter which were original and not conventional.

The foolish man wonders at the unusual, but the wise man at the usual.

The idea of God ends in a paltry Methodist meeting-house.

Nothing can bring you happiness but yourself especially how you choose to think about your situation.

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.

Sickness is poor-spirited, and cannot serve anyone; it must husband its resources to live. But health or fullness answers its own ends, and has to spare, runs over, and inundates the neighborhoods and creeks of other men's necessities.