When the leaves fall, the whole earth is a cemetery pleasant to walk in. I love to wander and muse over them in their graves. Here are no lying nor vain epitaphs.

The coward wants resolution, which the brave man can do without. He recognizes no faith above a creed, thinking this straw by which he is moored does him good service, because his sheet anchor does not drag.

If private men are obliged to perform the offices of government, to protect the weak and dispense justice, then the government becomes only a hired man, or clerk, to perform menial or indifferent services.

What a healthy out-of-door appetite it takes to relish the apple of life, the apple of the world, then!

Man emulates earth Earth emulates heaven Heaven emulates the Way The way emulates nature.

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.

There never was and is not likely soon to be a nation of philosophers, nor am I certain it is desirable that there should be.