Our houses are such unwieldy property that we are often imprisoned rather than housed by them.
There is danger that we lose sight of what our friend is absolutely, while considering what she is to us alone.
Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth.
I have learned, that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.
Distrust any enterprise that requires new clothes.
Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?
Books are to be distinguished by the grandeur of their topics even more than by the manner in which they are treated.
If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with success unexpected in common hours.
If a man loses pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music in which he hears, however measured, or far away.
If a man constantly aspires is he not elevated?
It is not part of a true culture to tame tigers, any more than it is to make sheep ferocious.
Old deeds for old people, and new deeds for new.
I think that there is nothing, not even crime, more opposed to poetry, to philosophy, ay, to life itself than this incessant business.
We are not what we are, nor do we treat or esteem each other for such, but for what we are capable of being.
Instead of noblemen, let us have noble villages of men.
The perception of beauty is a moral test.
Men have a respect for scholarship and learning greatly out of proportion to the use they commonly serve.
Make the most of your regrets; never smother your sorrow, but tend and cherish it till it comes to have a separate and integral interest. To regret deeply is to live afresh.
Being is the great explainer.
What you get by achieving your goals is to as important as what you become by achieving your goals.
It is usually the imagination that is wounded first, rather than the heart; it being much more sensitive.
What lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what lives within us.
All this worldly wisdom was once the unamiable heresy of some wise man.
To a philosopher all news, as it is called, is gossip, and they who edit and read it are old women over their tea.
The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.