The gifts of Heaven are never quite gratuitous.

But they who are unconcerned about the consequences of their actions are not therefore unconcerned about their actions.

The pleasures of the intellect are permanent, the pleasures of the heart are transitory.

There is commonly sufficient space about us. Our horizon is never quite at our elbows.

While the very inhabitants of New England were thus fabling about the country a hundred miles inland, which was a terra incognitato them,... Champlain, the first Governor of Canada,... had already gone to war against the Iroquois in their forest forts, and penetrated to the Great Lakes and wintered there, before a Pilgrim had heard of New England.

At a certain season of our life we are accustomed to consider every spot as the possible site of a house.

There is only one path to Heaven. On Earth, we call it Love.