It is remarkable that among all the preachers there are so few moral teachers. The prophets are employed in excusing the ways of men.

The heroes and discoverers have found true more than was previously believed, only when they were expecting and dreaming of something more than their contemporaries dreamed of, or even themselves discovered, that is, when they were in a frame of mind fitted to behold the truth. Referred to the world's standard, they are always insane. Even savages have indirectly surmised as much.

I know of no redeeming qualities in myself but a sincere love for some things, and when I am reproved I fall back on to this ground.

What stuff is the man made of who is not coexistent in our thought with the purest and sublimest truth?

I felt a positive yearning toward one bush this afternoon. There was a match found for me at last. I fell in love with a shrub oak.

If you would convince a man that he does wrong, do right. Men will believe what they see.

To regret deeply is to live afresh.