Nature and books belong to the eyes that see them. It depends on the mood of the man, whether he shall see the sunset or the fine poem. There are always sunsets, and there is always genius; but only a few hours so serene that we can relish nature or criticism. The more or less depends on structure or temperament. Temperament is the iron wire on which the beads are strung. Of what use is fortune or talent to a cold and defective store?

Love is our highest word and the synonym of God.

Power and speed be hands and feet.

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

Love is the bright foreigner, the foreign self.

If you would know what nobody knows, read what everybody reads, just one year afterwards.

Prudence is the virtue of the senses. It is the science of appearances. It is the outmost action of the inward life.