My soul is not a palace of the past.

In the ocean of baseness, the deeper we get, the easier the sinking.

Great truths are portions of the soul of man; Great souls are portions of eternity.

Every person born into this world their work is born with them.

For men in earnest have no time to waste In patching fig-leaves for the naked truth.

With every step of the recent traveler our inheritance of the wonderful is diminished. Those beautiful pictured notes of the possible are redeemed at a ruinous discount in the hard coin of the actual.

I willingly confess to so great a partiality for trees as tempts me to respect a man in exact proportion to his respect for them.