If words were invented to conceal thought, newspapers are a great improvement of a bad invention

Color, which is the poet's wealth, is so expensive that most take to mere outline sketches and become men of science.

I wished only to be set down in Canada, and take one honest walk there as I might in Concord woods of an afternoon.

How many a poor immortal soul I have met well-nigh crushed and smothered under its load, creeping down the road of life, pushing before it [an oversized home].

Men have become the tools of their tools.

You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.

Drive a nail home and clinch it so faithfully that you can wake up in the night and think of your work with satisfaction - a work at which you would not be ashamed to invoke the muse.