The life of labor does not make men, but drudges.

I will not hide my tastes or aversions. If you are true, but not in the same truth with me, cleave to your companions; I will seek my own.

Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.

A forte always makes a foible.

The god or hero of the sculptor is always represented in a transition from that which is representable to the senses, to that which is not.

Our knowledge is the amassed thought and experience of innumerable minds.

As I walked in the woods I felt what I often feel that nothing can befall me in life, no calamity, no disgrace (leaving me my eyes) to which Nature will not offer a sweet consolation. Standing on the bare ground with my head bathed by the blithe air, & uplifted into the infinite space, I become happy in my universal relations. The name of the nearest friend sounds then foreign & accidental. I am the heir of uncontained beauty and power.