I see my trees repair their boughs.

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 borrower runs in his own debt.

We want but two or three friends, but these we cannot do without, and they serve us in every thought we think.

Good thoughts are no better than good dreams if you don't follow through.

Another sort of false prayers are our regrets. Discontent is the way of self-reliance: it is infirmity of will. Regret calamities, if you can thereby help the sufferer; if not, attend your own work, and already the evil begins to be repaired.

We live by our imagination, our admirations, and our sentiments.