All men are children, and of one family.

The hero is commonly the simplest and obscurest of men.

Events, circumstances, etc., have their origin in ourselves. They spring from seeds which we have sown.

If within the sophisticated man there is not an unsophisticated one, then he is but one of the devil's angels.

Some interests have got a footing on the earth which we have not made sufficient allowance for.

The frontiers are not east or west, north or south; but wherever a man fronts a fact, though that fact be a neighbor, there is anunsettled wilderness between him and Canada, between him and the setting sun, or, farther still, between him and it. Let him build himself a log house with the bark on where he is, fronting IT, and wage there an Old French war for seven or seventy years, with Indians and Rangers, or whatever else may come between him and the reality, and save his scalp if he can.

Amid a world of noisy, shallow actors it is noble to stand aside and say, 'I will simply be.