I should be glad if all the meadows on the earth were left in a wild state, if that were the consequence of men's beginning to redeem themselves.

We are ashamed of our fear; for we know that a righteous man would not suspect danger nor incur any. Wherever a man feels fear, there is an avenger.

Men are as innocent as the morning to the unsuspicious.

When a shadow flits across the landscape of the soul where is the substance?

When will the world learn that a million men are of no importance compared with one man?

At a certain season of our life we are accustomed to consider every spot as the possible site of a house.

A healthy man, indeed, is the complement of the seasons, and in winter, summer is in his heart.