There is such a thing as caste, even in the West; but it is comparatively faint; it is conservatism here. It says, forsake not your calling, outrage no institution, use no violence, rend no bonds; the State is thy parent. Its virtue or manhood is wholly filial.

The squirrel that you kill in jest, dies in earnest.

I delight to come to my bearings,... not to live in this restless, nervous, bustling, trivial Nineteenth Century, but stand or sitthoughtfully while it goes by.

We only need to be as true to others as we are to ourselves, that there may be grounds enough for friendship.

We are all sculptors and painters, and our material is our own flesh and blood and bone.

A hero's love is as delicate as a maiden's.

Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity!