Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.

But the divinest poem, or the life of a great man, is the severest satire.... The greater the genius, the keener the edge of the satire.

One is not born into the world to do everything but to do something.

This world is but a canvas to our imagination.

There were times when I could not afford to sacrifice the bloom of the present moment to any work, whether of the head or hand. I love a broad margin to my life.

As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler; solitude will not be solitude, poverty will not be poverty, nor weakness weakness.

Pity the man who has a character to support - it is worse than a large family - he is silent poor indeed.