I sit down religiously every morning, I sit down for eight hours every day - and the sitting down is all.

Some of us, regarding the ocean with understanding and affection, have seen it looking old, as if the immemorial ages had been stirred up from the undisturbed bottom of ooze. For it is a gale of wind that makes the sea look old.

It is my belief no man ever understands quite his own artful dodges to escape from the grim shadow of self knowledge.

We looked at the venerable stream not in the vivid flush of a short day that comes and departs forever, but in the august light of abiding memories.

No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence--that which makes its truth, its meaning--its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream--alone.

the mind of man is capable of anything--because everything is in it, all the past as well as the future

The way of even the most jusitifiable revolution is prepared by personal impulses disguised into creeds.