In a world of infinite choice people are struggling to figure out what to do.

Let a stoic open the resources of man, and tell men they are not leaning willows, but can and must detach themselves; that with the exercise of self-trust, new powers shall appear.

The South-wind brings Life, sunshine and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire; But over the dead he has no power, The lost, the lost, he cannot restore; And, looking over the hills, I mourn The darling who shall not return.

'Well,' said Red Jacket [to someone complaining that he had not enough time], 'I suppose you have all there is.'

If you would serve your brother it is fit for you to serve him, do not take back your words when you find that prudent people do not commend you. Be true to your own act, and congratulate yourself if you have done something strange and extravagant and broken the monotony of a decorous age.

Happiness is a perfume you cannot pour on others without getting some on yourself.

Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die.