The soul knows only the soul; the web of events is the flowing robe in which she is clothed.

Thanks to the morning light, Thanks to the foaming sea, To the uplands of New Hampshire, To the green-haired forest free.

A man must ride alternately on the horses of his private and his public nature.

I like man, but not men.

If it costs ten years, and ten to recover the general prosperity, the destruction of the South is worth so much.

The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed.

Happiness is a perfume you cannot pour on others without getting some on yourself.