Within today, tomorrow is already walking.

No man does anything from a single motive.

With no other privilege than that of sympathy and sincere good wishes, I would address an affectionate exhortation to the youthful literati, grounded on my own experience. It will be but short; for the beginning, middle, and end converge to one charge: NEVER PURSUE LITERATURE AS A TRADE.

This is the course of every evil deed, that, propagating still it brings forth evil.

Why is it that so many of us persist in thinking that autumn is a sad season? Nature has merely fallen asleep, and her dreams must be beautiful if we are to judge by her countenance.

One thought includes all thought, in the sense that a grain of sand includes the universe.

Force yourself to reflect on what you read, paragraph by paragraph.