To fill the hour──that is happiness.

To laugh often and love much; to win the respect of intelligent persons and the affection of children; to earn the approbation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty.

The Oversoul is before Time, and Time, Father of all else, is one of his children.

The voyage of the best ship is a zigzag line of a hundred tacks.

Poetry teaches the enormous force of a few words, and, in proportion to the inspiration, checks loquacity.

The light by which we see in this world comes out from the soul of the observer. Wherever any noble sentiment dwelt, it made the faces and houses around to shine. Nay, the powers of this busy brain are miraculous and illimitable.

It is for want of self-culture that the superstition of Travelling, whose idols are Italy, England, Egypt, retains its fascinationfor all educated Americans.