How few things can a man measure with the tape of his understanding! How many greater things might he be seeing in the meanwhile.

Men talk about Bible miracles because there is no miracle in their lives. Cease to gnaw that crust. There is ripe fruit over your head.

Almost any man knows how to earn money, but not one in a million knows how to spend it. If he had known so much as this, he would never have earned it.

Our whole life is startlingly moral. There is never an instant's truce between virtue and vice.

It is true, I never assisted the sun materially in his rising, but doubt not, it was of the last importance only to be present at it.

Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.

Men profess to be lovers of music, but for the most part they give no evidence in their opinions and lives that they have heard it. It would not leave them narrow-minded and bigoted.

Nature refuses to sympathize with our sorrow. She seems not to have provided for, but by a thousand contrivances against, it.

We soon get through with Nature. She excites an expectation which she cannot satisfy. The merest child which has rambled into a copsewood dreams of a wildness so wild and strange and inexhaustible as Nature can never show him.

To a philosopher all news, as it is called, is gossip, and they who edit and read it are old women over their tea.