The Yankee is one who, if he once gets his teeth set on a thing, all creation can't make him let go.

There can never be deep peace between two spirits, never mutual respect, until, in their dialogue, each stands for the whole world.

Sickness is poor-spirited, and cannot serve anyone; it must husband its resources to live. But health or fullness answers its own ends, and has to spare, runs over, and inundates the neighborhoods and creeks of other men's necessities.

Cities force growth and make people talkative and entertaining, but they also make them artificial.

When the gods come among men, they are not known.

If you would lift me up, you've got to be on higher ground.

We are all wise for other people, none for himself.