What you are comes to you.

It is the fault of our rhetoric that we cannot strongly state one fact without seeming to belie some other.

Genius appeals to the future.

To the body and mind which have been cramped by noxious work or company, nature is medicinal and restores their tone. The tradesman, the attorney comes out of the din and craft of the street and sees the sky and the woods, and is a man again. In their eternal calm, he finds himself.

The only thing that can grow is the thing you give energy to.

If any mention was made of homicide, madness, adultery, and intolerable tortures, we would let the church-bells ring louder, the church-organ swell its peal and drown the hideous sound. The sugar they raised was excellent: nobody tasted blood in it.

The secrets of life are not shown except to sympathy and likeness.