Every man I meet was in some way my superior.
Respect the child.? Wait and see the new product of Nature.? Nature loves analogies, but not repetitions.? Respect the child.? Be not too much his parent.?Trespass not on his solitude.
Well, most men have bound thier eyes with one or another handkerchief, and attached themselves to some one of these communities of opinion.? This conformity makes them not false in a few particulars, author of a few lies, but false in all particulars.? Thier every? truth is not quite true.? Thier two is not the? real two, thier four is not the real four; so that every word they say chagrins us and we know not where to begin to set them right.?Meantime nature is not slow to equip us in the prison uniform of the party to which we adhere.? We come to wear one cut of face and figure, and aquire, by degrees, the gentlest asinine expression.
Every man is entitled to be valued by his best moment.
In the sublimest flights of the soul, rectitude is never surmounted, love is never outgrown.
The only way to have a friend is to be one.
People seem not to see that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character.
Enthusiasm is the leaping lightning, not to be measured by the horse-power of the understanding.
Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
Speak what you think today in hard words, and tomorrow speak what tomorrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradicts everything you said today.
Every great and commanding movement in the annals of the world is the triumph of enthusiasm.
He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare, while he who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.
Every man is a deity. A god playing the fool.
We do what we must, and call it by the best names we can, and would fain have the praise of having intended the result which ensues.
I appeal from your customs. I must be myself. I cannot break myself any longer for you, or you. If you can love me for what I am, we shall be the happier. If you cannot, I will still seek to deserve that you should. I will not hide my tastes or aversions. I will so trust that what is deep is holy, that I will do strongly before the sun and moon whateverinly rejoices me, and the heart appoints. If you are noble, I will love you; if you are not, I will not hurt you and myself by hypocritical attentions. If you are true, but not in the same truth with me, cleave to your companions; I will seek my own.
I feel the centipede in me - cayman, carp, eagle, and fox.?I am moved by strange sympathies; I say continually, "I will be a naturalist."
If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore, and preserve for manygenerations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light theuniverse with their admonishing smile.
The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood.
The squirrel hoards nuts and the bee gathers honey, without knowing what they do, and they are thus provided for without selfishness or disgrace.
A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within, more than the luster of the firmament of bards and sages.? Yet he dismisses without notice his thought, because it is his.? In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts; they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty.
As the imagination is not a talent of some men but is the health of every man, so also is this joy of musical expression.
Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.
Nothing is secure but life, transition, the energizing spirit.
Don't waste life in doubts and fears; spend yourself on the work before you, well assured that the right performanceof this hour's duties will be the best preparation for the hours or ages that follow it.
Our eyes are holden that we cannot see things that stare us in the face, until the hour arrives when the mind is ripened; then we behold them, and the time when we saw them not is like a dream.