Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. No man has learned anything rightly, until he knows that every day is Doomsday.

We are adapted to infinity. We are hard to please, and love nothing which ends: and in nature is no end; but every thing, at the end of one use, is lifted into a superior, and the ascent of these things climbs into daemonic and celestial natures.

No rent-roll nor army-list can dignify skulking and dissimulation: and the first point of courtesy must always be truth, as really all the forms of good-breeding point that way.

Good nature is stronger than tomahawks.

The compensations of calamity are made apparent to the understanding also, after long intervals of time. A fever, a mutilation, a cruel disappointment, a loss of wealth, a loss of friends, seems at the moment unpaid loss, and unpayable. But the sure years reveal the deep remedial force that underlies all facts.

I hate the giving of the hand unless the whole man accompanies it.

I will do strongly before the sun and moon whatever inly rejoices me and the heart apoints.