It is the fine souls who serve us, and not what is called fine society. Fine society is only a self-protection against the vulgarities of the street and the tavern.

The true doctrine of omnipresence is, that God reappears with all his parts in every moss and cobweb.

It was a pleasure and a privilege to walk with him [H.D. Thoreau]. He knew the country like a fox or a bird, and passed through it as freely by paths of his own.

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

The art of conversation, or the qualification for a good companion, is a certain self-control, which now holds the subject, now lets it go, with a respect for the emergencies of the moment.

Calmness is always godlike.

If you believe in fate, believe in it, at least, for your good.