Nature is not slow to equip us in the prison-uniform of the party to which we adhere.

Drive out Nature with a fork, she comes running back.

The crime which bankrupts men and nations is that of turning aside from one's main purpose to serve a job here and there.

Luckily for us, now that steam has narrowed the Atlantic to a strait, the nervous, rocky West is intruding a new and continental element into the national mind, as we shall yet have an American genius.

Some men are born to own, and can animate all their possessions. Others cannot: their owning is not graceful; seems to be a compromise of their character: they seem to steal their own dividends.

Music is the poor man's Parnassus.

Sometimes we receive the power to say yes to life. Then peace enters us and makes us whole.