The ancestor of every action is thought; when we understand that we begin to comprehend that our world is governed by thought and that everything without had its counterpart originally within the mind.

The life of labor does not make men, but drudges.

We say that every man is entitled to be valued by his best moment. We measure our friends so. We know, they have intervals of folly, whereof we take no heed, but wait the reappearings of the genius, which are sure and beautiful.

The hues of the opal, the light of the diamond, are not to be seen if the eye is too near.

You think me the child of circumstance; I make my circumstance.

When a man does not write his poetry, it escapes by other vents through him.

We put our love where we have put our labor.