What fire could ever equal the sunshine of a winter's day?

I have much to learn of the Indian, nothing of the missionary.

Reform keeps many scores of newspapers in its service, but not one man.

What other words, we may almost ask, are memorable and worthy to be repeated than those which love has inspired? It is wonderful that they were ever uttered. They are few and rare indeed, but, like a strain of music, they are incessantly repeated and modulated by the memory. All other words crumble off with the stucco which overlies the heart. We should not dare to repeat these now aloud. We are not competent to hear them at all times.

Cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage. Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends. Turn the old; return to them. Things do not change; we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts. God will see that you do not want society.

What is human warfare but just this; an effort to make the laws of God and nature take sides with one party.

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.