When its errands are noble and adequate, a steamboat bridging the Atlantic between Old and New England, and arriving at its ports with the punctuality of a planet, is a step of man into harmony with nature.
The love that you withhold is the pain that you carry.
Let us leave hurry to slaves.
The beautiful is never plentiful.
Who hears me, who understands me, becomes mine, a possession for all time.
Health is the first muse, and sleep is the condition to produce it.