In a world of peace and love, music would be the universal language.

I please myself with imagining a State at last which can afford to be just to all men, and to treat the individual with respect as a neighbor.

There is an orientalism in the most restless pioneer, and the farthest west is but the farthest east.

The cart before the horse is neither beautiful nor useful.

It is comparatively a faint and reflected beauty that is admired, not an essential and intrinsic one. It is because the old are weak, feel their mortality, and think that they have measured the strength of man. They will not boast; they will be frank and humble. Well, let them have the few poor comforts they can keep. Humility is still a very human virtue. They look back on life, and so see not into the future. The prospect of the young is forward and unbounded, mingling the future with the present.

In my walks, I would fain return to my senses. What business have I in the woods if I am thinking of something out of the woods?

Dwell as near as possible to the channel in which your life flows.