We 've wholly forgotten how to die. But be sure you do die nevertheless. Do your work, and finish it. If you know how to begin, you will know when to end.

It is now many years that men have resorted to the forest for fuel and the materials of the arts: the New Englander and the New Hollander, the Parisian and the Celt, the farmer and Robin Hood, Goody Blake and Harry Gill; in most parts of the world, the prince and the peasant, the scholar and the savage, equally require still a few sticks from the forest to warm them and cook their food. Neither could I do without them.

Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?

What have I to do with plows? I cut another furrow than you see.

How often we find ourselves turning our backs on our actual friends, that we might go and meet their ideal cousins.

It is pitiful when a man bears a name for convenience merely, who has earned neither name nor fame.

When you travel to the Celestial City, carry no letter of introduction. When you knock, ask to see God,--none of the servants.