A work of art is an abstract or epitome of the world. It is the result or expression of nature, in miniature. For, although the works of nature are innumerable and all different, the result or the expression of them all is similar and single.

We grizzle every day. I see no need of it. Whilst we converse with what is above us, we do not grow old, but grow young.

If we live truly, we shall see truly.

To help the young soul, to add energy, inspire hope, and blow the coals into a useful flame; to redeem defeat by new thought and firm action, this, though not easy, is the work of divine men.

America is another name for opportunity.

Man is a stream whose source is hidden. Our being is descending into us from we know not whence.

People do not deserve to have good writing, they are so pleased with bad.