Headwinds are sore vexations and the more passengers the sorer.

A rush of thoughts is the only conceivable prosperity that can come to us.

What terrible questions we are learning to ask! The former men believed in magic, by which temples, cities, and men were swallowed up, and all trace of them gone. We are coming on the secret of a magic which sweeps out of men's minds all vestige of theism and beliefs which they and their fathers held and were framed upon.

Manners are the happy ways of doing things; each once a stroke of genius or of love, now repeated and hardened into usage.

Nature arms each man with some faculty which enables him to do easily some feat impossible to any other, and thus makes him necessary to society. ... Society can never prosper, but must always be bankrupt, until every man does that which he was created to do.

But do your work, and I shall know you. Do your work, and you shall reinforce yourself.

All men plume themselves on the improvement of society, and no man improves.