The April winds are magical, And thrill our tuneful frames; The garden-walks are passional To bachelors and dames.

Shallow men believe in luck.

[on Thoreau:] For not a particle of respect had he to the opinions of any man or body of men, but homage solely to truth itself.

Money often costs too much.

The world proceeds from the same spirit as the body of man. It is a remoter and inferior incarnation of God, a projection of God in the unconscious.

The mark of the man of the world is absence of pretension. He does not make a speech; he takes a low business-tone, avoids all brag, is nobody, dresses plainly, promises not at all, performs much, speaks in monosyllables, hugs his fact.

We owe to man higher succors than food and fire. We owe to man, man.