Ah, if the rich were rich as the poor fancy riches.

Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, Faith looks up

A man often pays dear for a small frugality.

We forget ourselves and our destinies in health, and the chief use of temporary sickness is to remind us of these concerns.

The imaginative faculty of the soul must be fed with objects immense and eternal.

At the gates of the forest, the surprised man of the world is forced to leave his city estimates of great and small, wise and foolish. The knapsack of custom falls off his back with the first step he makes into these precincts. Here is sanctity which shames our religions, and reality which discredits our heroes. Here we find Nature to be the circumstance which dwarfs every other circumstance, and judges like a god all men that come to her.

Knowledge, Virtue, Power are the victories of man over his necessities, his march to the dominion of the world.