If, at any time, it comes into my head, that a present is due from me to somebody, I am puzzled what to give, until the opportunity is gone.

History - a biography of a few stout and earnest persons

Democracy is morose, and runs to anarchy.

Never utter the truism but live it among men.

The peace of the man who has forsworn the use of the bullet seems to me not quite peace, but a canting impotence.

A day is a miniature eternity.

Standing on the bare ground,--my head bathed by the blithe air and uplifted into infinite space,--all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or parcel of God.