Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about.

Some will always be above others. Destroy the inequality today, and it will appear again tomorrow.

A man must consider what a blindman's-buff is this game of conformity.

And so the reliance on Property, including the reliance on governments which protect it, is the want of self-reliance.

A mind might ponder its thought for an epoch, and not gain so much self-knowledge as the passion of love shall teach in a day.

All things with which we deal preach to us. What is a farm but a mute gospel? The chaff and the wheat, weeds and plants, blight, rain, insects, sun,--it is a sacred emblem from the first furrow of spring to the last stack which the snow of winter overtakes in the fields.

We over-estimate the conscience of our friend. His goodness seems better than our goodness, his nature finer, his temptations less. Everything that is his,--his name, his form, his dress, books, and instruments,--fancy enhances. Our own thought sounds new and larger from his mouth.