A Friend Is Janus-faced: He Looks To

The Nobler The Truth Or Sentiment, The Less Imports The Question Of Authorship.

Every Thing Admonishes Us How Needlessly Long Life Is.

Astronomy Is A Cold, Desert Science, With All Its Pompous Figures,-depends A Little Too Much On The Glass-grinder, Too Little On The Mind. 't Is Of No Use To Show Us More Planets And Systems. We Know Already What Matter Is, And More Or Less Of It Does Not Signify.

Thought Is The Seed Of Action; But Action Is As Much Its Second Form As Thought Is Its First. It Rises In Thought, To The End That It May Be Uttered And Acted. Always In Proportion To The Depth Of Its Sense Does It Knock Importunately At The Gates Of The Soul, To Be Spoken, To Be Done.

She Shows Us Only Surfaces, But She Is Million-fathoms Deep.