anger and jealousy are spasms of the nerves, not of the heart.

There is in every human being, I think, a native country of the mind, where, protected by inaccessible barriers, the sensitive dream life may exist safely.

I would write of the universal, not the provincial, in human nature.... I would write of characters, not of characteristics.

The transcendental point of view, the habit of thought bred by communion with earth and sky, had refined the grain while it had roughened the husk.

I liked human beings, but I did not love human nature.

It is only by knowing how little life has in store for us that we are able to look on the bright side and avoid disappointment.

Preserve, within a wild sanctuary, an inaccessible valley of reverie.