All revolutions are treason until they are accomplished.

Love, like destiny, loves surprises.

Events that are predestined require but little management. They manage themselves. They slip into place while we sleep, and suddenly we are aware that the thing we fear to attempt, is already accomplished.

Be not too strict - too far east is west. You may lose all by demanding all.

when we leave society and come into the presence of Nature, we become children again; and the fictions of thought and action assumed among men drop off like a garment.

... good and evil are so interwoven in life that every good, traced up far enough, is found to involve evil. This is the great mystery of life.

All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.