All violence, all that is dreary and repels, is not power, but the absence of power.
When I was praised I lost my time, for instantly I turned around to look at the work I had thought slightly of, and that day I made nothing new.
You cannot do wrong without suffering wrong.
Nature and books belong to the eyes that see them.
I am a part and parcel of God.
Another sort of false prayers are our regrets. Discontent is the way of self-reliance: it is infirmity of will. Regret calamities, if you can thereby help the sufferer; if not, attend your own work, and already the evil begins to be repaired.