The life of man is the true romance, which when it is valiantly conduced, will yield the imagination a higher joy than any fiction.

What we love that we have, but by desire we bereave ourselves of the love.

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.

What we do not call education is more precious than that which we call so. We form no guess, at the time of receiving a thought, of its comparative value. And education often wastes its effort in attempts to thwart and balk this natural magnetism, which is sure to select what belongs to it.

Be brave enough to do the loving thing.

He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.

It is much better to learn the elements of geology, of botany, or ornithology and astronomy by word of mouth from a companion than dully from a book.