O Lord! Unhappy is the man whom man can make unhappy.

We learn that God IS; that he is in me; and that all things are shadows of him.

To give money to a sufferer is only a come-off. It is only a postponement of the real payment, a bribe paid for silence, a creditsystem in which a paper promise to pay answers for the time instead of liquidation. We owe to man higher succors than food and fire. We owe to man.

Instead of feeling a poverty when we encounter a great man, let us treat the new comer like a travelling geologist, who passes through our estate, and shows us good slate, or limestone, or anthracite, in our brush pasture.

The glance is natural magic. The mysterious communication established across a house between two entire strangers, moves all the springs of wonder.

Some people are born very far from home.

Friends are like spaghetti, they should stick together. The only way to have a friend is to be one.