The man who goes alone can start today; but he who travels with another must wait till that other is ready.

I never yet knew the sun to be knocked down and rolled through a mud-puddle; he comes out honor-bright from behind every storm. Let us then take sides with the sun, seeing we have so much leisure.

I put a piece of paper under my pillow, and when I could not sleep I wrote in the dark.

All men want, not something to do with, but something to do, or rather something to be.

It is a ridiculous demand which England and America make, that you shall speak so that they can understand you. Neither men nor toadstools grow so.

When the leaves fall, the whole earth is a cemetery pleasant to walk in. I love to wander and muse over them in their graves. Here are no lying nor vain epitaphs.

I do not believe there are eight hundred human beings on the globe.