Faint heart never won true friend. O my friend, may it come to pass, once, that when you are my friend I may be yours.

Christ is the prince of Reformers and Radicals.

The monster is never just there where we think he is. What is truly monstrous is our cowardice and sloth.

I found in myself, and still find, an instinct toward a higher, or, as it is named, spiritual life, as do most men, and another toward a primitive rank and savage one, and I reverence them both. I love the wild not less than the good.

In my walks I would fain return to my senses.

I have climbed several higher mountains without guide or path, and have found, as might be expected, that it takes only more time and patience commonly than to travel the smoothest highway.

I come to my solitary woodland walk as the homesick go home.