They can do without architecture who have no olives nor wines in the cellar.

Where there is not discernment, the behavior even of the purest soul may in effect amount to coarseness.

Concord's little arch does not span all our fate, nor is what transpires under it law for the universe.

It is impossible to say all that we think, even to our truest Friend. We may bid him farewell forever sooner than complain, for our complaint is too well grounded to be uttered.

There they lived on, those New England people, farmer lives, father and grandfather and great-grandfather, on and on without noise, keeping up tradition, and expecting, beside fair weather and abundant harvests, we did not learn what. They were contented to live, since it was so contrived for them, and where their lines had fallen.

Insane!... Ask the tyrant who is his most dangerous foe, the sane man or the insane?

A man may esteem himself happy when that which is his food is also his medicine.