A man builds a fine house; and now he has a master, and a task for life.

The key to every man is his thought. Sturdy and defying though he look, he has a helm which he obeys, which is the idea after which all his facts are classified. He can only be reformed by showing him a new idea which commands his own.

Honor and fortune exist for him who always recognizes the neighborhood of the great, always feels himself in the presence of high causes.

All things are moral. That soul, which within us is a sentiment, outside of us is a law. We feel its inspiration; out there in history we can see its fatal strength.

There is nothing we value and hunt and cultivate and strive to draw to us, but in some hour we turn and rend it.

The lover is made happier by his love than the object of his affection.

I have no hostility to nature, but a child's love to it. I expand and live in the warm day like corn and melons.