Men have a respect for scholarship and learning greatly out of proportion to the use they commonly serve.

It will always be found that one flourishing institution exists and battens on another mouldering one. The Present itself is parasitic to this extent.

I long for wildness, a nature which I cannot put my foot through, woods where the wood thrush forever sings, where the hours are early morning ones, and there is dew on the grass, and the day is forever unproved, where I might have a fertile unknown for a soil about me.

I am not afraid of praise, for I have practiced it on myself.

Everything counts for gain when we are cosmically awake. Nothing counts, unless we are awake. No enjoyments last, no successes satisfy, no gains have meaning unless accomplished in a state of wakefulness.

As polishing expresses the vein in marble, and grain in wood, so music brings out what of heroic lurks anywhere. The hero is the sole patron of music.

If words were invented to conceal thought, newspapers are a great improvement of a bad invention