Even the death of Friends will inspire us as much as their lives. They will leave consolation to the mourners, as the rich leave money to defray the expenses of their funerals, and their memories will be incrusted over with sublime and pleasing thoughts, as monuments of other men are overgrown with moss; for our Friends have no place in the graveyard.

If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. He will put some things behind, will pass an invisible boundary; new, universal, and more liberal laws will begin to establish themselves around and within him; or the old laws be expanded, and interpreted in his favor in a more liberal sense, and he will live with the license of a higher order of beings.

Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity!

Commonly men will only be brave as their fathers were brave, or timid.

What would human life be without forests, those natural cities?

Shall I not rejoice also at the abundance of the weeds whose seeds are the granary of the birds?

Every path but your own is the path of fate. Keep on your own track, then.