Health is the first muse, and sleep is the condition to produce it.

Virtues are, in the popular estimate, rather the exception than the rule. There is the man and his virtues.

If the race is good, so is the place.

Every man is an infinitely repelling orb, and holds his individual being on that condition.

Not the sun or summer alone, but every hour and season yields its tribute of delight.

I am not so foolish as to declaim against forms. Forms are as essential as bodies; but to exalt particular forms, to adhere to oneform a moment after it is outgrown, is unreasonable, and it is alien to the spirit of Christ.

Women, as most susceptible, are the best index of the coming hour.