It is worth the while to live respectably unto ourselves. We can possibly get along with a neighbor, even with a bedfellow, whom we respect but very little; but as soon as it comes to this, that we do not respect ourselves, then we do not get along at all, no matter how much money we are paid for halting.

The cost of a thing is the amount of what I will call life which is required to be exchanged for it, immediately or in the long run.

We are all of us Apollos serving some Admetus.

We must look a long time before we can see

I love a broad margin to my life. Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise til noon, rapt in a revery.

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

What is the singing of birds, or any natural sound, compared with the voice of one we love.