Why has my motley diary no jokes? Because it is a soliloquy and every man is grave alone.

A child reminds us that playtime is an essential part of our daily routine.

He is a dull observer whose experience has not taught him the reality and force of magic, as well as of chemistry.

Each man is a hero and an oracle to somebody.

I see that sensible men and conscientious men all over the world were of one religion of well-doing and daring.

Presently we pass to some other object which rounds itself into a whole as did the first; for example, a well-laid garden; and nothing seems worth doing but the laying~out of gardens.

Wealth and poverty are seen for what they are. It begins to be seen that the poor are only they who feel poor, and poverty consists in feeling poor. The rich, as we reckon them, and among them the very rich, in a true scale would be found very indigent and ragged.