I have, as it were, my own sun and moon and stars, and a little world all to myself.

One who knew how to appropriate the true value of this world would be the poorest man in it. The poor rich man! all he has is whathe has bought.

The universe is wider than our views of it.

I hate the present modes of living and getting a living. Farming and shopkeeping and working at a trade or profession are all odious to me. I should relish getting my living in a simple, primitive fashion.

Let your capital be simplicity and contentment.

We seem but to linger in manhood to tell the dreams of our childhood, and they vanish out of memory ere we learn the language.

Routine is a ground to stand on, a wall to retreat to; we cannot draw on our boots without bracing ourselves against it.