What avails it that another loves you, if he does not understand you? Such love is a curse.

For the most part, we are not where we are, but in a false position. Through an infirmity of our natures, we suppose a case, and put ourselves into it, and hence are in two cases at the same time, and it is doubly difficult to get out.

Nature abhors a vacuum, and if I can only walk with sufficient carelessness I am sure to be filled.

I left the woods for as good a reason as I went there. Perhaps it seemed to me that I had several more lives to live, and could not spare any more time for that one.

Friends are made for caring and sharing. Friends do not live in harmony merely, as some say, but in melody.

That virtue we appreciate is as much ours as another s. We see so much only as we possess.

As a true patriot, I should be ashamed to think that Adam in paradise was more favorably situated on the whole than the backwoodsman in this country.