Men have come to such a pass that they frequently starve, not for want of necessaries, but for want of luxuries.

Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity!

The sea-shore is a sort of neutral ground, a most advantageous point from which to contemplate this world. It is even a trivial place. The waves forever rolling to the land are too far-travelled and untamable to be familiar. Creeping along the endless beach amid the sun-squall and the foam, it occurs to us that we, too, are the product of sea-slime.

If one listens to the faintest but constant suggestions of his genius, which are certainly true, he sees not to what extremes, or even insanity, it may lead him; and yet that way, as he grows more resolute and faithful, his road lies.

For a man needs only to be turned around once with his eyes shut in this world to be lost...Not 'til we are lost do we begin to find ourselves.

Every man looks at his wood-pile with a kind of affection.

I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by conscious endeavor.