There are good and bad times, but our mood changes more often than our fortune.
Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together.
Pin thy faith to no man's sleeve. Hast thou not two eyes of thy own?
Isolation is the sum total of wretchedness to a man.
For man is not the creature and product of Mechanism; but, in a far truer sense, its creator and producer.
What I loved in the man was his health, his unity with himself; all people and all things seemed to find their quite peaceable adjustment with him, not a proud domineering one, as after doubtful contest, but a spontaneous-looking peaceable, even humble one.