The frontiers are not east or west, north or south, but wherever a man fronts a fact.

Nature puts no question and answers none which we mortals ask. She has long ago taken her resolution.

Front yards are not made to walk in, but, at most, through, and you could go in the back way.

Real power is measured by how much you can let things be.

A truly good book is something as wildly natural and primitive, mysterious and marvelous, ambrosial and fertile as a fungus or a lichen.

The opportunities of living are diminished in proportion as what are called the "means" are increased.

We know but a few men, a great many coats and breeches.