Occupation: Essayist Birth: May 25, 1803 Death: April 27, 1882
Well, the world has a million writers. One would think, then, that good thought would be as familiar as air and water, and the gifts of each new hour….
Homeopathy is insignificant as an act of healing, but of great value as criticism on the hygeia or medical practice of the time..
The philosophy of waiting is sustained by all the oracles of the universe..
The believing we do something when we do nothing is the first illusion of tobacco..
The refining influence is the study of art, which is the science of beauty; and I find that every man values every scrap of knowledge in art, every o….
In conversation the game is, to say something new with old words. And you shall observe a man of the people picking his way along, step by step, usin….
A gentleman makes no noise; a lady is serene..
Give no bounties: make equal laws: secure life and prosperity and you need not give alms..
A friend is Janus-faced: he looks to the past and the future. He is the child of all my foregoing hours, the prophet of those to come, and the harbin….
When duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can..
The world still wants its poet-priest, a reconciler, who shall not trifle with Shakspeare the player, nor shall grope in graves with Swedenborg the m….
It is long ere we discover how rich we are. Our history, we are sure, is quite tame: we have nothing to write, nothing to infer. But our wiser years ….
I knew a witty physician who found theology in the biliary duct, and used to affirm that if there was a disease in the liver, the man became a Calvin….
Society acquires new arts, and loses old instincts..
To clothe the fiery thought In simple words succeeds, For still the craft of genius is To mask a king in weeds..
Power educates the potentate..
Labor is God's education..
A walk in the woods is only an exalted dream..
Never lose an opportunity to see anything that is beautiful. It is God's handwriting a wayside sacrament. Welcome it in every fair face, every fair s….
Beauty through my senses stole; I yielded myself to the perfect whole..
If you meet a sectary, or a hostile partisan, never recognize the dividing lines; but meet on what common ground remains,--if onlythat the sun shines….