I know and see too well, when not voluntarily blind, the speedy limits opersons called high and worthy.

Men cease to interest us when we find their limitations

Our age is retrospective. It builds the sepulchres of the fathers. It writes biographies, histories and criticism.

If we must accept fate we are not less compelled to affirm liberty, the significance of the individual, the grandeur of duty, the power of character.

Each age, it is found, must write its own books; or rather, each generation for the next succeeding.

Philanthropies and charities have a certain air of quackery.

In the woods too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life, is always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth.