Our reliance on the physician is a kind of despair of ourselves.

In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows.

As long as a man stands in his own way, everything seems to be in his way.

The day is always his, who works in it with serenity and great aims.

Let us draw a lesson from nature, which always works by short ways. When the fruit is ripe, it falls.

Behind every individual closes organization; before him opens liberty,--the Better, the Best. The first and worse races are dead.The second and imperfect races are dying out, or remain for the maturing of the higher. In the latest race, in man, every generosity, every new perception, the love and praise he extorts from his fellows, are certificates of advance out of fate into freedom.

The angels are so enamored of the language that is spoken in heaven that they will not distort their lips with the hissing and unmusical dialects of men, but speak their own, whether their be any who understand it or not.