Our thoughts are epochs in our lives; all else is but as a journal of the winds that blow while we are here.

It's only by forgetting yourself that you draw near to God.

If one listens to the faintest but constant suggestions of his genius, which are certainly true, he sees not to what extremes, or even insanity, it may lead him; and yet that way, as he grows more resolute and faithful, his road lies.

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.

How could youths better learn to live than by at once trying the experiment of living?

It is tranquil people who accomplish much.

Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth.