I think that the farmer displaces the Indian even because he redeems the meadow, and so makes himself stronger and in some respects more natural.

What stuff is the man made of who is not coexistent in our thought with the purest and sublimest truth?

I believe that there is a subtle magnetism in Nature, which, if we unconsciously yield to it, will direct us aright.

How full of the creative genius is the air in which these [snowflakes] are generated! I should hardly admire them more if real stars fell and lodged on my coat. Nature is full of genius. Full of the divinity. So that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.

A thoroughbred business man cannot enter heartily upon the business of life without first looking into his accounts.

We should impart our courage and not our despair.

The movements of the eyes express the perpetual and unconscious courtesy of the parties.