When I hear the hypercritical quarreling about grammar and style, the position of the particles, etc., etc., stretching or contracting every speaker to certain rules of theirs. I see that they forget that the first requisite and rule is that expression shall be vital and natural, as much as the voice of a brute or an interjection: first of all, mother tongue; and last of all, artificial or father tongue. Essentially your truest poetic sentence is as free and lawless as a lamb's bleat.

We must love our friend so much that she shall be associated with our purest and holiest thoughts alone.

Poverty ... It is life near the bone, where it is sweetest.

As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler; solitude will not be solitude, poverty will not be poverty, nor weakness weakness.

Whatever has not come under the sway of man is wild. In this sense original and independent men are wild - not tamed and broken by society.

Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.

To be admitted to Nature's hearth costs nothing. None is excluded, but excludes himself. You have only to push aside the curtain.