Men are as innocent as the morning to the unsuspicious.

Man emulates earth Earth emulates heaven Heaven emulates the Way The way emulates nature.

I foresee the time when the painter will paint that scene, no longer going to Rome for a subject; the poet will sing it; the historian record it; and, with the Landing of the Pilgrims and the Declaration of Independence, it will be the ornament of some future national gallery, when at least the present form of slavery shall be no more here. We shall then be at liberty to weep for Captain Brown. Then, and not till then, we will take our revenge.

Biography, too, is liable to the same objection; it should be autobiography. Let us not, as the Germans advise, endeavor to go abroad and vex our bowels that we may be somebody else to explain him. If I am not I, who will be?

Unjust laws exist: shall we be content to obey them?

What is sour in the house a bracing walk in the woods makes sweet.

You cannot perceive beauty but with a serene mind.