To the sick the doctors wisely recommend a change of air and scenery.
The other side of the globe is but the home of our correspondent. Our voyaging is only great-circle sailing.
I am a good horse to travel, but not from choice a roadster. The landscape-painter uses the figures of men to mark a road. He would not make that use of my figure.
Roads are made for horses and men of business. I do not travel in them much.
Deep are the foundations of sincerity. Even stone walls have their foundation below the frost.
Why look in the dark for light?
The past is only so heroic as we see it. It is the canvas on which our idea of heroism is painted, and so, in one sense, the dim prospectus of our future field.
It will always be found that one flourishing institution exists and battens on another mouldering one. The Present itself is parasitic to this extent.
We loiter in winter while it is already spring.
I am never rich in money, and I am never meanly poor.
Be not anxious to avoid poverty. In this way the wealth of the universe may be securely invested.
Cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage.
Some show their kindness to the poor by employing them in their kitchens. Would they not be kinder if they employed themselves there?
Bankruptcy and repudiation are the springboards from which much of our civilization vaults and turns its somersets, but the savagestands on the unelastic plank of famine.
It is pitiful when a man bears a name for convenience merely, who has earned neither name nor fame.
In dreams we see ourselves naked and acting out our real characters, even more clearly than we see others awake.
The world is a strange place for a playhouse to stand within it.
In our daily intercourse with men, our nobler faculties are dormant and suffered to rust. None will pay us the compliment to expect nobleness from us. Though we have gold to give, they demand only copper.
Our vices always lie in the direction of our virtues, and in their best estate are but plausible imitations of the latter.
The strongest wind cannot stagger a Spirit; it is a Spirit’s breath. A just man’s purpose cannot be split on any Grampus or material rock, but itself will split rocks till it succeeds.