A journal, is a book that shall contain a record of all your joy, your ecstasy, what you are grateful for.

Not that the story need be long, but it will take a long while to make it short.

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

What is once well done is done forever.

A minority is powerless while it conforms to the majority.

Nature and human life are as various as our several constitutions. Who shall say what prospect life offers to another?

Concord is just as idiotic as ever in relation to the spirits and their knockings. Most people here believe in a spiritual world ... in spirits which the very bullfrogs in our meadows would blackball. Their evil genius is seeing how low it can degrade them. The hooting of owls, the croaking of frogs, is celestial wisdom in comparison.