Habit is the nursery of errors.

The production of souls is the secret of unfathomable depth.

All who suffer are full of hatred; all who live drag a remorse: the dead alone have broken their chains.

The wind of revolutions is not tractable.

Sometimes he used a spade in his garden, and sometimes he read and wrote. He had but one name for these two kinds of labor; he called them gardening. ‘The Spirit is a garden,’ said he

We shall look on crime as a disease, and its physicians shall displace the judges, its hospitals displace the Galleys. Liberty and health shall be alike. We shall pour balm and oil where we formerly applied iron and fire; evil will be treated in charity, instead of in anger. This change will be simple and sublime.

Religion, Society, and Nature--these are the three struggles of man.