Laughter is one of the very privileges of reason, being confined to the human species.

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

The situation that has not its duty, its ideal, was never yet occupied by man. Yes, here, in this poor, miserable, hampered, despicable actual, wherein thou even now standest, here or nowhere is thy ideal; work it out therefrom, and, working, believe, live, be free. Fool! the ideal is in thyself.

Let a man try faithfully, manfully to be right; he will grow daily more and more right. It is at bottom the condition on which all men have to cultivate themselves.

The spiritual is the parent of the practical.

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

Acorns are planted silently by some unnoticed breeze.