Everything Runs To Excess; Every Good Quality

A Man's Library Is A Sort Of Harem.

Enthusiasm Is The Leaping Lightning, Not To Be Measured By The Horse-power Of The Understanding

Nature Will Not Let Us Fret And Fume. She Does Not Like Our Benevolence Or Our Learning Much Better Than She Likes Our Frauds Andwars. When We Come Out Of The Caucus, Or The Bank, Or The Abolition-convention, Or The Temperance-meeting, Or The Transcendental Club, Into The Fields And Woods, She Says To Us, "so Hot? My Little Sir.

The Secrets Of Life Are Not Shown Except To Sympathy And Likeness.

We Wake From One Dream Into Another Dream.