The new statement is always hated by the old, and, to those dwelling in the old, comes like an abyss of skepticism.

The key to every man is his thought.

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

I didn't find my friends; the good Lord gave them to me.

He decided to give up his large ambition of knowledge and action for any narrow craft or profession, aiming at a much more comprehensive calling, the art of living.

At times the whole world seems to be in conspiracy to importune you with emphatic trifles. Friend, client, child, sickness, fear, want, charity, all knock at once at thy closet door and say,—'Come out unto us.' But keep thy state; come not into their confusion. The power men possess to annoy me I give them by a weak curiosity. No man can come near me but through my act.

...in the wilderness, I find something more dear and connate than in the streets or villages...in the woods we return to reason and faith.