Ill-health, of body or of mind, is defeat. Health alone is victory. Let all men, if they can manage it, contrive to be healthy!

One life; a little gleam of Time between two Eternities; no second chance to us for evermore!

What unknown seas of feeling lie in man, and will from time to time break through!

Even in the meanest sorts of labor, the whole soul of a man is composed into a kind of real harmony the instant he sets himself to work.

The healthy know not of their health, but only the sick: this is the physician's aphorism, and applicable in a far wider sense than he gives it.

The wise man is but a clever infant, spelling letters from a hieroglyphical prophetic book, the lexicon of which lies in eternity.

The world is a thing that a man must learn to despise, and even to neglect, before he can learn to reverence it, and work in it and for it.