It is the first of all problems for a man to find out what kind of work he is to do in this universe.

O Time! Time! how it brings forth and devours! And the roaring flood of existence rushes on forever similar, forever changing!

To know, to get into the truth of anything, is ever a mystic art, of which the best logic's can but babble on the surface.

Only perhaps in the United States, which alone of countries can do without governing,every man being at least able to live, and move off into the wilderness, let Congress jargon as it will,can such a form of so-called Government continue for any length of time to torment men with the semblance, when the indispensable substance is not there.

The vulgarity of inanimate things requires time to get accustomed to; but living, breathing, bustling, plotting, planning, human vulgarity is a species of moral ipecacuanha, enough to destroy any comfort.

Quackery gives birth to nothing; gives death to all things.

The graceful minuet-dance of fancy must give place to the toilsome, thorny pilgrimage of understanding. On the transition from the age of romance to that of science.