There is hope in extravagance, there is none in routine.

Another success is the post-office, with its educating energy augmented by cheapness and guarded by a certain religious sentimentin mankind; so that the power of a wafer or a drop of wax or gluten to guard a letter, as it flies over sea over land and comes to its address as if a battalion of artillery brought it, I look upon as a fine meter of civilization.

Be lord of a day, through wisdom and justice, and you can put up your history books.

Sleep is not, death is not; Who seem to die Live. House you were born in, Friends of your spring-time, old man and young maid, Day's toil and it's guerdon, They are all vanishing, Fleeing to fables, Cannot be moored

Whilst we want cities as the centres where the best things are found, cities degrade us by magnifying trifles.

A sage is the instructor of a hundred ages.

The lover is made happier by his love than the object of his affection.