Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.

I will not allow mere names to make distinctions for me, but still see men in herds for all them.

What a battle a man must fight everywhere to maintain his standing army of thoughts, and march with them in orderly array throughthe always hostile country! How many enemies there are to sane thinking! Every soldier has succumbed to them before he enlists for those other battles.

Let your life be a counter friction to stop the machine.

Time cannot bend the line which God has writ.

The youth may build or plant or sail, only let him not be hindered from doing that which he tells me he would like to do.

Nowadays the host does not admit you to his hearth, but has got the mason to build one for yourself somewhere in his alley, and hospitality is the art of keeping you at the greatest distance.