In my short experience of human life, the outward obstacles, if there were any such, have not been living men, but the institutions of the dead.

The thoughtful man becomes a hermit in the thoroughfares of the marketplace.

The Great Snow! How cheerful it is to hear of!

Every man must walk to the beat of his own drummer.

Make the most of your regrets; never smother your sorrow, but tend and cherish it till it comes to have a separate and integral interest. To regret deeply is to live afresh.

Truth strikes us from behind and in the dark, as well as from before and in broad daylight.

We are underbred and low-lived and illiterate; and in this respect I confess I do not make any very broad distinction between theilliterateness of my townsman who cannot read at all and the illiterateness of him who has learned to read only what is for children and feeble intellects. We should be as good as the worthies of antiquity, but partly by first knowing how good they were.