In summer we live out of doors, and have only impulses and feelings, which are all for action, and must wait commonly for the stillness and longer nights of autumn and winter before any thought will subside; we are sensible that behind the rustling leaves, and the stacks of grain, and the bare clusters of the grape, there is the field of a wholly new life, which no man has lived; that even this earth was made for more mysterious and nobler inhabitants than men and women. In the hues of October sunsets, we see the portals to other mansions than those which we occupy.

When a man truly commits, the universe will conspire to assure his success.

I live in the present. I only remember the past, and anticipate the future.

Time is like a handful of sand - the tighter you grasp it, the faster it runs through your fingers.

Humor, however broad and genial, takes a narrower view than enthusiasm.

To one who habitually endeavors to contemplate the true state of things, the political state can hardly be said to have any existence whatever. It is unreal, incredible, and insignificant to him, and for him to endeavor to extract the truth from such lean material is like making sugar from linen rags, when sugar-cane may be had.

You need not rest your reputation on the dinners you give.