Man sheds grief as his skin sheds rain.

We seldom see anybody who is not uneasy or afraid to live.

Traveling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places. At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty, and lose my sadness. I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from. I seek the Vatican, and the palaces. I affect to be intoxicated with sights and suggestions, but I am not intoxicated. My giant goes with me wherever I go.

The meaning of good and bad, of better and worse, is simply helping or hurting.

The man, who has seen the rising moon break out of the clouds at midnight, has been present like an archangel at the creation of light and of the world.

The simplest words,--we do not know what they mean except when we love and aspire.

Go into one of our cool churches, and begin to count the words that might be spared, and in most places the entire sermon will go.