The greatest meliorator of the world is selfish, huckstering Trade.

A creative economy is the fuel of magnificence.

If we will take the good we find, asking no questions, we shall have heaping measures. The great gifts are not got by analysis. Everything good is on the highway. The middle region of our being is the temperate zone.

Alas for America as I must so often say, the ungirt, the diffuse, the profuse, procumbent, one wide ground juniper, out of which no cedar, no oak will rear up a mast to the clouds! It all runs to leaves, to suckers, to tendrils, to miscellany. The air is loaded with poppy, with imbecility, with dispersion, & sloth.

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

Wise men are not wise at all hours, and will speak five times from their taste or their humor, to once from their reason.

Whenever you are sincerely pleased you are nourished.