They who are all things to their neighbors cease to be anything to themselves.
If you want to see what children can do, you must stop giving them things.
The pine stays green in winter... wisdom in hardship.
There is in us a lyric germ or nucleus which deserves respect; it bids a man to ponder or create; and in this dim corner of himself he can take refuge and find consolations which the society of his fellow creatures does not provide.
The business of life is to enjoy oneself; everything else is a mockery.
The present age, for all its cosmopolitan hustle, is curiously suburban in spirit.