A man cannot make a pair of shoes rightly unless he do it in a devout manner.

History after all is the true poetry.

Silence is as deep as eternity, speech a shallow as time.

Hardened round us, encasing wholly every notion we form is a wrapping of traditions, hearsay's, and mere words.

Thou fool! Nature alone is antique, and the oldest art a mushroom; that idle crag thou sittest on is six thousand years of age.

True humor springs not more from the head than from the heart. It is not contempt; its essence is love. It issues not in laughter, but in still smiles, which lie far deeper.

Rest is a fine medicine. Let your stomachs rest, ye dyspeptics; let your brain rest, you wearied and worried people of business; let your limbs rest, ye children of toil!