It is the quality of the moment, not the number of days, or events, or of actors, that imports.

The glory of the farmer is that, in the division of labors, it is his part to create. All trade rests at last on his primitive activity. He stands close to Nature; he obtains from the earth the bread and the meat. The food which was not, he causes to be.

Our faith comes in moments . . . yet there is a depth in those brief moments which constrains us to ascribe more reality to them than to all other experiences.

Music causes us to think eloquently.

Astronomy taught us our insignificance in Nature.

A person seldom falls sick but the bystanders are animated with a faint hope that he will die.

Shall I tell you the secret of the true scholar? It is this: every man I meet is my master in some point, and in that I learn of him.