To be truly happy is a question of how we begin, and not how we end, of what we want and not what we have.

Perpetual devotion to what a man calls his business is only to be sustained by perpetual neglect of many other things.

The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.

To believe in immortality is one thing, but it is first needful to believe in life.

I hazard the guess that man will be ultimately known for a mere polity of multifarious, incongruous, and independent denizens.

O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!

Strange indeed is the attraction of the forest for the minds of men.