The intellect is a cleaver; it discerns and rifts its way into the secrets of things.

Dwell as near as possible to the channel in which your life flows.

The life of a wise man is most of all extemporaneous, for he lives out of an eternity which includes all time.

We can never safely exceed the actual facts in our narratives. Of pure invention, such as some suppose, there is no instance. To write a true work of fiction even is only to take leisure and liberty to describe some things more exactly as they are.

Explore thyself. Herein are demanded the eye and the nerve.

The perch swallows the grub-worm, the pickerel swallows the perch, and the fisherman swallows the pickerel; and so all the chinks in the scale of being are filled.

I can alter my life by altering my attitude. He who would have nothing to do with thorns must never attempt to gather flowers.