All history is biography.

Every word was once a poem.

The babe in arms is a channel through which the energies we call fate, love, and reason visibly stream.

In the woods we return to reason and faith.

It is hard to go beyond your public. If they are satisfied with cheap performance, you will not easily arrive at better. If they know what is good, and require it. you will aspire and burn until you achieve it. But from time to time, in history, men are born a whole age too soon.

The magnanimous know very well that they who give time, or money, or shelter, to the stranger--so it be done for love, and not forostentation--do, as it were, put God under obligation to them, so perfect are the compensations of the universe.

For a great nature, it is a happiness to escape a religious training; religion of character is so apt to be invaded.