The tempered light of the woods is like a perpetual morning.

The reason why men do not obey us, is because they see the mud at the bottom of our eye.

Look sharply after your own thoughts. They come unlooked for, like a new bird seen on your trees, and, if you turn to your usual task, disappear; and you shall never find that perception again; never, I say-but perhaps years, ages, and I know not what events and worlds my lie between you and its return.

There are twenty ways of going to a point, and one is the shortest; but set out at once on one. A man who has that presence of mind which can bring to him on the instant all he knows, is worth for action a dozen men who know as much, but can only bring it to light slowly.

Old and new make the warp and woof of every moment. There is no thread that is not a twist of these two strands.

I unsettle all things.

The true preacher can be known by this, that he deals out to the people his life,--life passed through the fire of thought.