[T]omorrow is a new day. You shall begin it well & serenely, & with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. This day ... is too dear with its hopes & invitations to waste a moment on the rotten yesterdays.

When we see a special reformer we feel like asking him, What right have you, sir, to your own virtue? Is virtue piecemeal?

Courage consists in equality to the problem before us.

Evermore in the world is this marvelous balance of beauty and disgust, magnificence and rats.

Who leaves the pine-tree, leaves his friend, Unnerves his strength, invites his end.

To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men that is genius.

Other world? There is no other world; here or nowhere is the whole fact.