There is no ill which may not be dissipated, like the dark, if you let in a stronger light upon it.

There are certain pursuits which, if not wholly poetic and true, do at least suggest a nobler and finer relation to nature than we know. The keeping of bees, for instance.

The monster is never just there where we think he is. What is truly monstrous is our cowardice and sloth.

When we come down into the distant village, visible from the mountain-top, the nobler inhabitants with whom we peopled it have departed, and left only vermin in its desolate streets. It is the imagination of poets which puts those brave speeches into the mouths of their heroes.

If you give money, spend yourself with it.

We are not what we are, nor do we treat or esteem each other for such, but for what we are capable of being.

A sufficiently great and generous trust could never be abused.