In the history of the individual is always an account of his condition, and he knows himself to be a party to his present estate.

It is the dissenter, the theorist, the aspirant, who is quitting this ancient domain to embark on seas of adventure, who engages our interest. Omitting then for the present all notice of the stationary class, we shall find that the movement party divides itself into two classes, the actors, and the students.

There are some men above grief and some men below it.

Life is a festival only to the wise.

We know that madness belongs to love,--what power to paint a vile object in hues of heaven.

So each man, like each plant, has his parasites. A strong, astringent, bilious nature has more truculent enemies than the slugs and moths that fret my leaves. Such a one has curculios, borers, knife-worms; a swindler ate him first, then a client, then a quack, then smooth, plausible gentlemen, bitter and selfish as Moloch.

Men who know the same things are not long the best company for each other.