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

If you would not be known to do anything, never do it.

We aim above the mark, to hit the mark. Every act hath some falsehood of exaggeration in it.

Some of the sweetest hours in life, in retrospect will be found to have been spent with books.

Cut these words and they would bleed; they are vascular and alive.

The etymologist finds the deadest word to have been once a brilliant picture. Language is fossil poetry. As the limestone of the continent consists of infinite masses of the shells of animalcules, so language is made up of images or tropes, which now, in their secondary use, have long ceased to remind us of their poetic origin.

Every individual man has a bias which he must obey, and...it is only as he feels and obeys this that he rightly develops and attains his legitimate power in the world. It is his magnetic needle, which points always in one direction to his proper path.... He is never happy nor strong until he finds it, keeps it.