How can any man be weak who dares to be at all?

Here or nowhere is our heaven.

This world is but a canvas to our imagination.

Of what use were it, pray, to get a little wood to burn, to warm your body this cold weather, if there were not a divine fire kindled at the same time to warm your spirit?

How can you expect the birds to sing when their groves are cut down?

If I wished to see a mountain or other scenery under the most favorable auspices, I would go to it in foul weather, so as to be there when it cleared up; we are then in the most suitable mood, and nature is most fresh and inspiring. There is no serenity so fair as that which is just established in a tearful eye.

I would give all the wealth of the world, and all the deeds of all the heroes, for one true vision.