A man is usually more careful of his money than he is of his principles.

That which shows God in me, fortifies me. That which shows God out of me, makes me a wart and a wen.

The philanthropists inquire whether Transcendentalism does not mean sloth: they had as lief hear that their friend is dead, as that he is a Transcendentalist; for then is he paralyzed, and can never do anything for humanity.

When the night is darkest, the stars come out.

He in whom the love of truth predominates . . . submits to the inconvenience of suspense and imperfect opinion; but he is a candidate for truth . . . and respects the highest law of his being.

A sect or party is an elegant incognito devised to save a man from the vexation of thinking.

The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it.