When she sees the leaves fall, they raise no other idea in her mind than that winter is approaching.

As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live.

The march of intellect, which licks all the world into shape, has even reached the devil.

Publishers are all cohorts of the devil; there must be a special hell for them somewhere.

The field of experience is the whole universe in all directions. Theory remains shut up within the limits of human faculties.

Who never ate his bread in sorrow, Who never spent the darksome hours Weeping, and watching for the morrow,- He knows you not, ye heavenly Powers.

To think is easy. To act is hard. But the hardest thing in the world is to act in accordance with your thinking.