These are the voices which we hear in solitude, but they grow faint and inaudible as we enter into the world.

Conversation is an evanescent relation,--no more.

We can only be valued as we make ourselves valuable.

Human character evermore publishes itself. The most fugitive deed and word, the intimated purpose, express character.

Books are the best of things if well used; if abused, among the worst. They are good for nothing but to inspire. I had better never see a book than be warped by its attraction clean out of my own orbit, and made a satellite instead of a system.

All necessary truth is its own evidence.

Is there a difference? Yes. We are in harmony with nature, but never at peace.