The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.

The richest gifts we can bestow are the least marketable. We hate the kindness which we understand.

Some poems are for holidays only. They are polished and sweet, but it is the sweetness of sugar, and not such as toil gives to sour bread. The breath with which the poet utters his verse must be that by which he lives.

The morning, which is the most memorable season of the day, is the awakening hour. Then there is least somnolence in us; and for an hour, at least, some part of us awakes which slumbers all the rest of the day and night... All memorable events, I should say, transpire in morning time and in a morning atmosphere. The Vedas say, “All intelligences awake with the morning.

Our actual Friends are but distant relations of those to whom we are pledged.

The ears were made, not for such trivial uses as men are wont to suppose, but to hear celestial sounds.

Certainly there is not the fight recorded in Concord history, at least, if in the history of America, that will bear a moment's comparison with this, whether for the numbers engaged in it, or for the patriotism and heroism displayed.