With thinking we may be beside ourselves in a sane sense. By a conscious effort of the mind we can stand aloof from actions and their consequences; and all thing, god and bad, go by like a torrent.
Most men, even in this comparatively free country, through mere ignorance and mistake, are so occupied with the factitious cares and superfluously coarse labors of life that it its finer fruits cannot be plucked by them. Their fingers, from excessive toil, are too clumsy and tremble too much for that. Actually, the laboring man has not leisure for a true integrity day by day; he cannot afford to sustain the manliest relations to men; his labor would be depreciated in the market. He has no time to be anything but a machine.
I have never yet met a man who was quite awake. How could I have looked him in the face?
I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. It is suprising how contented one can be with nothing definite- only a sense of existencce. My breath is sweet to me. O how I laugh when I think of my vague indefinite riches. No run on my bank can drain it, for my wealth is not possession but enjoyment.
In proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will appear less complex, and solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness weakness.
Our thoughts are the epochs of our lives; al else is but a journal of the winds that blew while we ere here.
If a man were to place himself in an attidute to bear manfully the greatest evil that can be inflicted on him, he would find suddenly that there was no such evil to bear, his brave back would go a begging.
Nature refuses to sympathize wuth our sorrow. She seems not to have provided for, but b a thousand countrivances, against it. She has bealed the margins of the eyelids that the tears may not overflow on the cheek.
Truly, our greatest blessing are very cheap.
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