We are all sculptors and painters, and our material is our own flesh and blood and bone.

Be wary of technology; it is often merely an improved means to an unimproved end.

We are happy in proportion to the things we can do without.

Beware of any profession for which you must buy new clothes.

They will wait, well disposed, for others to remedy evil, that they may no longer have have it to regret.

Yet I experienced sometimes that the most sweet and tender, the most innocent and encouraging society may be found in any naturalobject, even for the poor misanthrope and most melancholy man. There can be no very black melancholy to him who lives in the midst of nature and has his senses still.

If I knew for a certainty that a man was coming to my house with the conscious design of doing me good, I should run for my life.