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If I feel overshadowed and outdone by great neighbors, I can yet love; I can still receive; and he that loveth maketh his own the grandeur he loves.
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If I feel overshadowed and outdone by great neighbors, I can yet love; I can still receive; and he that loveth maketh his own the grandeur he loves.
The pleasure of life is according to the man that lives it, and not according to the work or the place.
A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere.
The soul environs itself with friends that it may enter into a grander self-acquaintance or solitude; and it goes alone for a season, that it may exalt its conversation or society.
We say so because we feel that what we love is not in your will, but above it.
If trees could speak, hundreds of them would say that I had had these soul-emotions under them.
There is indeed one element in human destiny that not blindness itself can controvert: whatever else we are intended to do, we are not intended to succeed; failure is the fate allotted.
Human judgment is never unerring, and is rarely regarded as otherwise than wrong by the unsuccessful party in the contest.
To disappoint a friend is unpleasing; and he that forms expectations like yours, must be disappointed.
Even grief, that passion to which the virtuous and tender mind is particularly subject, will be obviated or alleviated by the same thoughts.
Friends are often chosen for similitude of manners, and therefore each palliates the other's failings, because they are his own.
Work educates the body, as study educates the mind; and that is the best state of society in which there is some work for every man's leisure, and some leisure for every man's work.
Work in moderation is healthy, as well as agreeable to the human constitution.
A wise man is never so busy as in the solitary contemplation of God and the works of Nature.
Not to amuse ourselves with either hopes or fears, but to rest satisfied with what we have, which is abundantly sufficient; for he that is so, wants nothing.
Oh! the delights of rest when a man comes to be weary, and of meat when he is heartily hungry.
To lament the death of a friend is both natural and just; a sigh or a tear I would allow to his memory: but no profuse or obstinate sorrow.
Where the mind is tinctured with philosophy, there is no place for grief, anxiety, or superfluous vexations.
It is men who wait to be selected, and not those who seek, from whom we may always expect the most efficient service.
Rest and recreation are also necessary to his physical life.
No, the love which survives the tomb is one of the noblest attributes of the soul.
Concentration makes the individual life simpler and deeper.
Each day there should be fresh resolution, new strength, and renewed enthusiasm.
Happiness consists not of having, but of being; not of possessing, but of enjoying.
Happiness is paradoxic because it may coexist with trial, sorrow and poverty.
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