Of all the ways to lose a person, death is the kindest

In America the geography is sublime, but the men are not; the inventions are excellent, but the inventors one is sometimes ashamed of.

To me, however, the question of the times resolved itself into a practical question of the conduct of life. How shall I live? We are incompetent to solve the times. Our geometry cannot span the huge orbits of the prevailing ideas, behold their return, and reconcile their opposition. We can only obey our own polarity.

Man is a shrewd inventor, and is ever taking the hint of a new machine from his own structure, adapting some secret of his own anatomy in iron, wood, and leather, to some required function in the work of the world.

Guard your own spare moments. They are like uncut diamonds.

If we will take the good we find, asking no questions, we shall have heaping measures. The great gifts are not got by analysis. Everything good is on the highway. The middle region of our being is the temperate zone.

You need not fear to handle the truth roughly. She is no invalid.