That which we call sin in others is experiment for us.
Every natural action is graceful.
Conformity is the ape of harmony.
Instead of feeling a poverty when we encounter a great man, let us treat the new comer like a travelling geologist, who passes through our estate, and shows us good slate, or limestone, or anthracite, in our brush pasture.
Intellect annuls fate. So far as a man thinks he is free.
I must be myself. I cannot break myself any longer for you, or you. If you can love me for what I am, we shall be the happier. If you cannot, I will still seek to seserve that you should.