The life of a wise man is most of all extemporaneous, for he lives out of an eternity which includes all time.

We find it difficult to choose our direction because it does not yet exist distinctly in our idea.

Yet we do not treat ourselves nor one another thus tenderly.

I cannot easily buy a blank-book to write thoughts in; they are commonly ruled for dollars and cents.

I know very well what Goethe meant when he said that he never had a chagrin but he made a poem out of it. I have altogether too much patience of this kind.

I please myself with imagining a State at last which can afford to be just to all men, and to treat the individual with respect as a neighbor.

Furniture! Thank God, I can sit and I can stand without the aid of a furniture warehouse.