Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.

The sea is masculine, the type of active strength. Look, what egg-shells are drifting all over it, each one, like ours, filled with men in ecstasies of terror, alternating with cockney conceit, as the sea is rough or smooth. Is this sad-colored circle an eternal cemetery?

The counting-room maxims liberally expounded are laws of the Universe. The merchant's economy is a coarse symbol of the soul's economy. It is, to spend for power, and not for pleasure.

If we follow the truth, it will bring us out safe at last.

The mass of men worry themselves into nameless graves while here and there a great unselfish soul forgets himself into immortality.

We do what we must, and call it by the best names we can, and would fain have the praise of having intended the result which ensues.

What a new face courage puts on everything!