Throb thine with Nature's throbbing breast.

He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.

Wherever there is failure, there is some giddiness, some superstition about luck, some step omitted, which, Nature never pardons.

But the man and woman of seventy assume to know all, they have outlived their hope, they renounce aspiration, accept the actual for the necessary and talk down to the young. Let them then become organs of the Holy Ghost; let them be lovers; let them behold truth; and their eyes are uplifted, their wrinkles smoothed, they are perfumed again with hope and power.

Read proudly--put the duty of being read invariably on the author. If he is not read, whose fault is it? I am quite ready to be charmed, but I shall not make-believe I am charmed.

A sect or party is an elegant incognito devised to save a man from the vexation of thinking.

The good writer seems to be writing about himself, but has his eye always on that thread of the Universe which runs through himself and all things.