That man is idle who can do something better.

A man in the wrong may more easily be convinced than one half right.

The history of persecution is a history of endeavors to cheat nature, to make water run up hill, to twist a rope of sand.

'Well,' said Red Jacket [to someone complaining that he had not enough time], 'I suppose you have all there is.'

The divine gift is ever the instant life, which receives and uses and creates, and can well bury the old in the omnipotency with which Nature decomposes all her harvest for recomposition.

Let us take our bloated nothingness out of the path of the divine circuits.

We over-estimate the conscience of our friend. His goodness seems better than our goodness, his nature finer, his temptations less. Everything that is his,--his name, his form, his dress, books, and instruments,--fancy enhances. Our own thought sounds new and larger from his mouth.