It is God in you that responds to God without, or affirms his own words trembling on the lips of another.
Solitude is naught and society is naught. Alternate them and the good of each is seen.
Genius is power, talent is applicability.
Conversation is the laboratory and workshop of the student.
All the devils respect virtue.
Enlarge not thy destiny, said the oracle: endeavor not to do more than is given thee in charge.
To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch...
Great men exist that there might be greater men.
We find in life exactly what we put into it.
Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it well and serenely.
Old and new make the warp and woof of every moment. There is no thread that is not a twist of these two strands.
Headwinds are sore vexations and the more passengers the sorer.
There is no den in the wide world to hide a rogue. Commit a crime, and the earth is made of glass. Commit a crime, and it seems as if a coat of snow fell on the ground, such as reveals in the woods the track of every partridge and fox and squirrel and mole.
Beauty is the mark God sets upon virtue.
Classics which at home are drowsily read have a strange charm in a country inn, or in the transom of a merchant brig.
I wish to write such rhymes as shall not suggest a restraint, but contrariwise the wildest freedom.
Of course, he who has put forth his total strength in fit actions, has the richest return of wisdom.
In this distribution of functions, the scholar is the delegated intellect. In the right state, he is, Man Thinking. In the degenerate state, when the victim of society, he tends to become a mere thinker, or, still worse, the parrot of other men’s thinking.
The young men were born with knives in their brain, a tendency to introversion, self-dissection, anatomizing of motives.
The bitterest tragic element in life to be derived from an intellectual source is the belief in a brute Fate or Destiny.