There is all the poetry in the world in a name. It is a poem which the mass of men hear and read. What is poetry in the common sense, but a hearing of such jingling names? I want nothing better than a good word. The name of a thing may easily be more than the thing itself to me.

If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined...

What is the singing of birds, or any natural sound, compared with the voice of one we love.

It is possible to invent a house still more convenient and luxurious than we have...but shall we always study to obtain more of these things, and not sometimes to be content with less?

There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root.

There is no treatment for adore, but to love far more.

Routine is a ground to stand on, a wall to retreat to; we cannot draw on our boots without bracing ourselves against it.