In my afternoon walk I would fain forget all my morning occupations and my obligations to society..

I have not yet learned to live, that I can see, and I fear that I shall not very soon. I find, however, that in the long run things correspond to my ….

I think that no experience which I have today comes up to, or is comparable with, the experiences of my boyhood..

It is only necessary to behold the least fact or phenomenon, however familiar, from a point a hair's breadth aside from our habitual path or routine,….

Life in us is like the water in a river..

The flowers of the apple are perhaps the most beautiful of any tree's, so copious and so delicious to both sight and scent..

Every man has to learn the points of the compass again as often as he awakes, whether from sleep or any abstraction..

For a companion, I require one who will make an equal demand on me with my own genius. Such a one will always be rightly tolerant.It is suicide, and ….

I saw that the State was half-witted, that it was timid as a lone woman with her silver spoons, and that it did not know its friends from its foes, a….

We cannot well do without our sins; they are the highway of our virtue..

The wisest man preaches no doctrines; he has no scheme; he sees no rafter, not even a cobweb, against the heavens. It is clear sky..

Truth is always paradoxical..

All men want, not something to do with, but something to do, or rather something to be..

As yesterday and the historical ages are past, as the work of today is present, so some flitting perspectives and demi-experiencesof the life that is….

In society, in the best institutions of men, it is easy to detect a certain precocity. When we should still be growing children, we are already littl….

The brave man braves nothing, nor knows he of his bravery..

We belong to the community. It is not the tailor alone who is the ninth part of a man; it is as much the preacher, and the merchant, and the farmer. ….

The same law that shapes the earth-star shapes the snow-star. As surely as the petals of a flower are fixed, each of these countless snow-stars comes….

What stuff is the man made of who is not coexistent in our thought with the purest and sublimest truth?.

For one that comes with a pencil to sketch or sing, a thousand come with an axe or rifle. What a coarse and imperfect use Indiansand hunters make of ….

The universe is wider than our views of it..