We owe to man higher succors than food and fire. We owe to man, man.

The household is a school of power. There, within the door, learn the tragi-comedy of human life.

Would we codify the laws that should reign in households, and whose daily transgression annoys and mortifies us, and degrades our household life, we must adorn every day with sacrifices. Good manners are made up of petty sacrifices.

I do then with my friends as I do with my books. I would have them where I can find them, but I seldom use them.

We postpone our literary work until we have more ripeness and skill to write, and we one day discover that our literary talent wasa youthful effervescence which we have now lost.

Providence has a wild, rough, incalculable road to its end, and it is of no use to try to whitewash its huge, mixed instrumentalities, or to dress up that terrific benefactor in a clean shirt and white neckcloth of a student in divinity.

It is said that the world is in a state of bankruptcy, that the world owes the world more than the world can pay.