Do what we can, summer will have its flies.

Savages cling to a local god of one tribe or town. The broad ethics of Jesus were quickly narrowed to village theologies, which preach an election or favoritism.

There is no eloquence without a man behind it.

The cold, inconsiderate of persons, tingles your blood, benumbs your feet, freezes a man like an apple.

If I could put my hand on the north star, would it be as beautiful? The sea is lovely, but when we bathe in it the beauty forsakesall the near water. For the imagination and senses cannot be gratified at the same time.

The state of society is one in which the members have suffered amputation from the trunk, and strut about so many walking monsters,—a good finger, a neck, a stomach, an elbow, but never a man.

Nature encourages no looseness; pardons no errors.