Nothing can be preserved that is not good.

I see my trees repair their boughs.

If thou fill thy brain with Boston and New York, with fashion and covetousness, and wilt stimulate thy jaded senses with wine and French coffee, thou shalt find no radiance of wisdom in the lonely waste of the pinewoods.

The learned and the studious of thought have no monopoly of wisdom. Their violence of direction in some degree disqualifies them to think truly.

All I know is reception; I am and I have: but I do not get, and when I fancied I had gotten anything, I found I did not.

If I should go out of church whenever I hear a false sentiment, I could never stay there five minutes.

I will not hide my tastes or aversions. I will so trust that what is deep is holy, that I will do strongly before the sun and moon whatever only rejoices me, and the heart appoints