You cannot sincerely try to help another without helping yourself

Some of your griefs you have cured, And the sharpest you still have survived, But what torments of grief you've endured From evils that never arrived.

One more royal trait properly belongs to the poet. I mean his cheerfulness, without which no man can be a poet,--for beauty is his aim. He loves virtue, not for its obligation, but for its grace; he delights in the world, in man, in woman, for the lovely light that sparkles from them. Beauty, the spirit of joy and hilarity, he sheds over the universe.

It is plain that there is no separate essence called courage, no cup or cell in the brain, no vessel in the heart containing drops or atoms that make or give this virtue; but it is the right or healthy state of every man, when he is free to do that which is constitutional to him to do.

Few people have any next, they live from hand to mouth without a plan, and are always at the end of their line.

When the literary class betray a destitution of faith, it is not strange that society should be disheartened and sensualized by unbelief.

Homeopathy is insignificant as an act of healing, but of great value as criticism on the hygeia or medical practice of the time.