The price we have to pay for money is sometimes liberty.

A generous prayer is never presented in vain; the petition may be refused, but the petitioner is always, I believe, rewarded by some gracious visitation.

For the forest takes away from you all excuse to die. There is nothing here to cabin or thwart your free desires. Here all impudences of the brawling world reach you no more.

To know what you prefer instead of humbly saying Amen to what the world tells you ought to prefer, is to have kept your soul alive.

And the true realism, always and everywhere, is that of the poets: to find out where joy resides, and give it a voice far beyond singing. For to miss the joy is to miss all.

A hanging in a good quarrel is an easy death they say, though I could never hear of any that came back to say so.

The correction of silence is what kills; when you know you have transgressed, and your friend says nothing, and avoids your eye.