He who hears the rippling of rivers in these degenerate days will not utterly despair.

Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.

Surely joy is the condition of life.

You must get your living by loving, or at least half your life is a failure.

I foresee the time when the painter will paint that scene, no longer going to Rome for a subject; the poet will sing it; the historian record it; and, with the Landing of the Pilgrims and the Declaration of Independence, it will be the ornament of some future national gallery, when at least the present form of slavery shall be no more here. We shall then be at liberty to weep for Captain Brown. Then, and not till then, we will take our revenge.

Do not lose hold of your dreams or aspirations. For if you do, you may still exist but you have ceased to live.

The lover wants no partiality. He says, Be so kind as to be just.