The common experience is, that the man fits himself as well as he can to the customary details of that work or trade he falls into, and tends it as a dog turns a spit. Then he is part of the machine he moves; the man is lost.

I admire answers to which no answers can be made.

He cannot be happy and strong until he too lives with nature in the present, above time.

Very idle is all curiosity concerning other people's estimate of us, and all fear of remaining unknown is not less so.

My life is not an apology, but a life. It is for itself and not for a spectacle. I much prefer that it should be of a lower strain, so it be genuine and equal, than that it should be glittering and unsteady.

All life is an experiment.

He is only rich who owns the day. There is no king, rich man, fairy, or demon who possesses such power as that.