I could...see in Emerson...that had he lived in those days when the world was made, he might have offered some valuable suggestions.

Let us only hate hatred; and once give love a play, we will fall in love with a unicorn.

Thus it often is, that the constant friction of illiberal minds wears out at last the best resolves of the more generous.

If you can get nothing better out of the world, get a good dinner out of it, at least.

The great God absolute! The centre and circumference of all democracy! His omnipresence, our divine equality!

That author who draws a character, even though to common view incongruous in its parts, as the flying-squirrel, and, at differentperiods, as much at variance with itself as the caterpillar is with the butterfly into which it changes, may yet, in so doing, be not false but faithful to facts.

Toil is man's allotment; toil of brain, or toil of hands, or a grief that's more than either, the grief and sin of idleness.