Wherever you have planted a seed, I am prepared to expect wonders.

Having each some shingles of thought well dried, we sat and whittled them.

Lose the world, get lost in it, and find your soul.

We must love our friend so much that she shall be associated with our purest and holiest thoughts alone.

See how he cowers and sneaks, how vaguely all the day he fears, not being immortal nor divine, but the slave and prisoner of his own opinion of himself, a fame won by his own deeds. Public opinion is a weak tyrant compared with our own private opinion. What a man thinks of himself, that it is which determines, or rather indicates, his fate.

We shall see but a little way if we require to understand what we see.

I turned my face more exclusively than ever to the woods, where I was better known.