A poem, a sentence, causes us to see ourselves. I be, and I see my being, at the same time.

Another sort of false prayers are our regrets. Discontent is the way of self-reliance: it is infirmity of will. Regret calamities, if you can thereby help the sufferer; if not, attend your own work, and already the evil begins to be repaired.

The world is so beautiful that I can hardly believe it exists.

The manly part is to do with might and main what you can do.

The poor are only they who feel poor.

The field cannot be well seen from within the field. The astronomer must have his diameter of the earth's orbit as a base to fix the parallax of any other star

People do not deserve to have good writing, they are so pleased with bad.