It sometimes occurs that memory has a personality of its own and volunteers or refuses its information at its will, not at mine.

The evolution of a highly destined society must be moral; it must run in the grooves of the celestial wheels.

All things with which we deal preach to us. What is a farm but a mute gospel? The chaff and the wheat, weeds and plants, blight, rain, insects, sun,--it is a sacred emblem from the first furrow of spring to the last stack which the snow of winter overtakes in the fields.

The soul is not born; it does not die; it was not produced from anyone… Unborn, eternal, it is not slain, though the body is slain.

How much we forgive to those who yield us the rare spectacle of heroic manners! We will pardon them the want of books, or arts, and even of gentler virtues. How tenaciously we remember them!

An individual has a healthy personality to the exact degree to which they have the propensity to look for the good in every situation.

We change whether we like it or not.