To wear the arctic fox you have to kill it.

My father used to say, "Superior people never make long visits, have to be shown Longfellows grave, or the glass flowers at Harvard."

[The] whirlwind fife-and-drum of the storm bends the salt marsh grass, disturbs stars in the sky and the star on the steeple; it is a privilege to see so much confusion.

The self does not realize itself most fully when self-realization is its most constant aim.

One detects creative power by its capacity to conquer one's detachment.

There never was a war that was not inward.

The mind is an enchanting thing.