Intemperance is the only vulgarity.

Old and new make the warp and woof of every moment. There is no thread that is not a twist of these two strands.

For all men live by truth, and stand in need of expression. In love, in art, in avarice, in politics, in labor, in games, we study to utter our painful secret. The man is only half himself, the other half is his expression.

If we will take the good we find, asking no questions, we shall have heaping measures. The great gifts are not got by analysis. Everything good is on the highway. The middle region of our being is the temperate zone.

The world is so beautiful that I can hardly believe it exists.

But do your work, and I shall know you. Do your work, and you shall reinforce yourself.

Always scorn appearances and you always may.