There is no week nor day nor hour when tyranny may not enter upon this country, if the people lose their roughness and spirit of defiance.
After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on – have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear – what remains? Nature remains.
God forgive me if I do wrong in following with ardor the strongest instincts of my nature.
Simplicity is the glory of expression.
Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.
In creating, the only hard thing is to begin: a grass blade’s no easier to make than an oak.
The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.
Re-examine all that you have been told… dismiss that which insults your soul.
Henceforth I ask not good fortune. I myself am good fortune.
Marriage, like death, is a debt we owe to nature.