Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity!

There are moments when all anxiety and stated toil are becalmed in the infinite leisure and repose of nature.

Our manners have been corrupted by communication with the saints. Our hymn-books resound with a melodious cursing of God and enduring Him forever. One would say that even the prophets and redeemers had rather consoled the fears than confirmed the hopes of man. There is nowhere recorded a simple and irrepressible satisfaction with the gift of life, any memorable praise of God.

If a person lost would conclude that after all he is not lost, he is not beside himself, but standing in his own old shoes on thevery spot where he is, and that for the time being he will live there; but the places that have known him, they are lost,--how much anxiety and danger would vanish.

I do not judge men by anything they can do. Their greatest deed is the impression they make on me.

The front aspect of great thoughts can only be enjoyed by those who stand on the side whence they arrive.

I am engaged to Concord and my own private pursuits by 10,000 ties, and it would be suicide to rend them.