Every man contemplates an angel in his future self.

Not for nothing one face, one character, one fact makes much impression on him, and another none.

Every man believes he has a greater possibility.

Thus is man made equal to every event. He can face danger for the right. A poor, tender, painful body, he can run into flame or bullets or pestilence, with duty for his guide.

Happy is the house that shelters a friend! It might well be built, like a festal bower or arch, to entertain him a single day. Happier, if he know the solemnity of that relation, and honor its law! He offers himself a candidate for that covenant comes up, like an Olympian, to the great games, where the first- born of the world are the competitors.

Democracy is morose, and runs to anarchy.

The mind does not create what it perceives, any more than the eye creates the rose.