The eye is the best of artists.

The philanthropists inquire whether Transcendentalism does not mean sloth: they had as lief hear that their friend is dead, as that he is a Transcendentalist; for then is he paralyzed, and can never do anything for humanity.

The walls of rude minds are scrawled all over with facts, with thoughts. They shall one day bring a lantern and read the inscriptions.

Nature is full of freaks, and now puts an old head on young shoulders, and then takes a young heart heating under fourscore winters.

Envy is ignorance, Imitation is Suicide.

Without ambition one starts nothing. Without work one finishes nothing. The prize will not be sent to you. You have to win it.

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