"A man must see before he can say." ~ Henry David Thoreau
We cannot write well or truly but what we write with gusto.
Books are the treasured wealth of the world and the fit inheritance of generations.
We must go out and re-ally ourselves to Nature every day. We must take root, send out some little fibre at least, even every winter day.
As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.
Thank God they cannot cut down the clouds.
The soul grows by subtraction, not addition.
If I am not I, who will be?
All this worldly wisdom was once the amiable heresy of some wise man.
Any fool can make a rule, and any fool will mind it.
As the least drop of wine tinges the whole goblet, so the least particle of truth colors our whole life.
Be not simply good; be good for something.
Children, who play life, discern its true law and relations more clearly than men, who fail to live it worthily, but who think that they are wiser by experience, that is, by failure.
Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other’s eyes for an instant.