See only that thou work and thou canst not escape the reward.

Envy is the tax which all distinction must pay.

In America the geography is sublime, but the men are not; the inventions are excellent, but the inventors one is sometimes ashamed of.

There is some reason to believe that when a man does not write his poetry it escapes by other vents through him, instead of the one vent of writing; clings to his form and manners, whilst poets have often nothing poetical about them except their verses.

Our prejudices are our robbers, they rob us valuable things in life. People only see what they are prepared to see.

Cannot we let [children] be themselves, and enjoy life in their own way? You are trying to make another you. One's enough.

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.