There is the illusion of time, which is very deep; who has disposed of it? Mor come to the conviction that what seems the succession of thought is only the distribution of wholes into causal series.

The land is the appointed remedy for whatever is false and fantastic in our culture...food for our mind, as well as our body.

There are men whose language is strong and defying enough, yet their eyes and their actions ask leave of other men to live.

The secret of fortune is joy in our hands. Welcome evermore to gods and men is the self-helping man. For him all doors are flung wide. Him all tongues greet, all honors crown, all eyes follow with desire. Our love goes out to him and embraces him because he did not need it.

Thought is the property of him who can entertain it, and of him who can adequately place it.

Spurious prudence, making the senses final, is the god of sots and cowards, and is the subject of all comedy. It is nature's joke, and therefore literature's. True prudence limits this sensualism by admitting the knowledge of an internal and real world.

America is another name for opportunity.