I cannot remember the books I've read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me.

Thought is the seed of action; but action is as much its second form as thought is its first. It rises in thought, to the end that it may be uttered and acted. Always in proportion to the depth of its sense does it knock importunately at the gates of the soul, to be spoken, to be done.

Beauty is the pilot of the young soul.

What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered.

Love, and you shall be loved.

To different minds, the same world is a hell, and a heaven.

The senses collect the surface facts of matter... It was sensation; when memory came, it was experience; when mind acted, it was knowledge; when mind acted on it as knowledge, it was thought.