The world we live in is but thickened light.

When summer opens, I see how fast it matures, and fear it will be short; but after the heats of July and August, I am reconciled, like one who has had his swing, to the cool of autumn.

If man has good corn, or wood, or boards, or pigs to sell, or can make better chairs or knives, crucibles, or church organs, than anybody else, you will find a broad, hard-beaten road to his house, though it be in the woods.

The evils of popular government appear greater than they are; there is compensation for them in spirit and energy it awakens.

So shall we come to look at the world with new eyes.

Good and bad are but names very readily transferable to that or this.

Remarkable trait in the American Character is the union, not very infrequent, of Yankee cleverness with spiritualism.