The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us.

Books can only reveal us to ourselves, and as often as they do us this service we lay them aside.

We are ashamed of our fear; for we know that a righteous man would not suspect danger nor incur any. Wherever a man feels fear, there is an avenger.

The value of any experience is measured, of course, not by the amount of money, but the amount of development we get out of it.

I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary.

This is one of those instances in which the individual genius is found to consent, as indeed it always does, at last, with the universal.

How many a poor immortal soul I have met well-nigh crushed and smothered under its load, creeping down the road of life, pushing before it [an oversized home].