We should never be at the mercy of Providence if only we understood that we ourselves are Providence.

Thus all things are doomed to change for the worse and retrograde.

When we associate with others we really associate with ourselves. We like or dislike in others whatever we like or dislike in ourselves.

I recommend that the Statue of Liberty be supplemented by a Statue of Responsibility on the west coast.

That brought thoughts of my own wife to mind. And as we stumbled on for miles, slipping on icy spots, supporting each other time and again, dragging one another on and upward, nothing was said, but we both knew: each of us was thinking of his wife. Occasionally I looked at the sky, where the stars were fading and the pink light of the morning was beginning to spread behind a dark bank of clouds. But my mind clung to my wife's image, imagining it with an uncanny acuteness. I heard her answering me, saw her smile, her frank and encouraging look. Real or not, her look then was more luminous than the sun which was beginning to rise.

Whatever the method of worship and whichever the Name or Form, it is faith that matters; it is that which gives life and energy for higher things.

Women should perform their duties well and give due importance to their appearances because only then they will be able to attract good husbands.

We will not abandon property that we feel can acquire.

Religion, in its purity, is not so much a pursuit as a temper; or rather it is a temper, leading to the pursuit of all that is high and holy. Its foundation is faith; its action, works; its temper, holiness; its aim, obedience to God in improvement of self and benevolence to men.

A scholar should gather up spirit and energy in single-mindedness. If your quest for virtue is for reasons of fame and fortune, you will never amount to anything. If in scholarly endeavors you indulge in fashionable verse and stylistic flourishes, you cannot attain depth and stability of mind.

But, fortunately for mankind, the neat rents of the land, under a system of private property, can never be diminished by the progress of cultivation.

Some of the biggest men in the United States, in the field of commerce and manufacture, are afraid of something. They know that there is a power somewhere so organized, so subtle, so watchful, so interlocked, so complete, so pervasive, that they had better not speak above their breath when they speak in condemnation of it.

To describe externals, you become a scientist. To describe experience, you become an artist. The old distinction between artists and scientists must vanish. Every time we teach a child correct usage of an external symbol, we must spend as much time teaching him how to fission and reassemble external grammar to communicate the internal. The training of artists and creative performers can be a straightforward, almost mechanical process. When you teach someone how to perform creatively (ie, associate dead symbols in new combinations), you expand his potential for experiencing more widely and richly.

Compassion is an emotion of which we ought never to be ashamed. Graceful, particularly in youth, is the tear of sympathy, and the heart that melts at the tale of woe. We should not permit ease and indulgence to contract our affections, and wrap us up in a selfish enjoyment; but we should accustom ourselves to think of the distresses of human, life, of the solitary cottage; the dying parent, and the weeping orphan. Nor ought we ever to sport with pain and distress in any of our amusements, or treat even the meanest insect with wanton cruelty. Hugh Blair

A day in April never came so sweet, to show how costly summer was at hand, as this fore-spurrer comes before his lord.

A great cause of the night is lack of the sun. As You Like It, Act iii, Scene 2

A maid that paragons description and wild fame; one that excels the quirks of blazoning pens, and in the essential vesture of creation does tire the ingener. Othello, Act ii, Scene 1

AENEAS: 'Tis the old Nestor. HECTOR: Let me embrace thee, good old chronicle, that hast so long walked hand in hand with time.

And he that stands upon a slippery place makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up. King John. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feeling as to sight? or art thou but a dagger of the mind, a false creation proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? And I another, so weary with disasters, tugged with fortune, that I would set my life on any chance to mend it or be rid on't. Macbeth, Act ii, Scene 1