Man is the broken giant, and in all his weakness both his body and his mind are invigorated by habits of conversation with nature.

We over-estimate the conscience of our friend. His goodness seems better than our goodness, his nature finer, his temptations less. Everything that is his,--his name, his form, his dress, books, and instruments,--fancy enhances. Our own thought sounds new and larger from his mouth.

Within, I do not find wrinkles and used heart, but unspent youth.

That which we persist in doing becomes easier to do, not that the nature of the thing has changed but that our power to do has increased.

O friend, never strike sail to a fear! Come into port greatly, or sail with God the seas.

The wheels and springs of man are all set to the hypothesis of the permanence of nature. We are not built like a ship to be tossed, but like a house to stand.

We go to Europe to be Americanized.