Rest is for the dead.

A star is beautiful; it affords pleasure, not from what it is to do, or to give, but simply by being what it is. It befits the heavens; it has congruity with the mighty space in which it dwells. It has repose; no force disturbs its eternal peace. It has freedom; no obstruction lies between it and infinity.

A stammering man is never a worthless one. Physiology can tell you why. It is an excess of sensibility to the presence of his fellow creature, that makes him stammer.

Oh, give us the man who sings at his work.

Do the duty which lies nearest to you, the second duty will then become clearer.

Everywhere in life, the true question is not what we gain, but what we do.

The universe is but one vast Symbol of God.