Heaven always bears some proportion to earth. The god of the cannibal will be a cannibal, of the crusades a crusader, and of the merchants a merchant.

Every stoic was a stoic; but in Christendom where is the Christian?

When I go into the garden with a spade and dig a bed I feel such an exhilaration and health that I discover that I have been defrauding myself all this time in letting others do for me what I should have done with my own hands.

I find nothing healthful or exalting in the smooth conventions of society. I do not like the close air of saloons. I begin to suspect myself to be a prisoner, though treated with all this courtesy and luxury. I pay a destructive tax in my conformity.

We know truth when we see it, from opinion, as we know when we are awake that we are awake.

Whom God has put asunder, why should man put together?

When we quarrel, how we wish we had been blameless.