There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.

Style is only the frame to hold your thoughts. It is like the sash of a window; if heavy, it will obscure the light.

Freedom has nothing to do with having the right to vote for your oppressor; freedom is not having any form of oppression.

A man in a cave or in a camp, a nomad, will die with no more estate than the wolf or the horse leaves.

There are eyes, to be sure, that give no more admission into the man than blueberries.

If thou fill thy brain with Boston and New York, with fashion and covetousness, and wilt stimulate thy jaded senses with wine and French coffee, thou shalt find no radiance of wisdom in the lonely waste of the pinewoods.

Sunday is the core of our civilization, dedicated to thought and reverence.