Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
People do not seem to realise that their opinion of the world is also a confession of their character.
If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.
As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light of meaning in the darkness of mere being.
You’re an interesting species. An interesting mix. You’re capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you’re not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we’ve found that makes the emptiness bearable, is each other.
All human actions have one or more of these seven causes: chance, nature, compulsion, habit, reason, passion, and desire.
Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.
Treat a man as he is and he will remain as he is. Treat a man as he can and should be and he will become as he can and should be.
Here is your country. Cherish these natural wonders, cherish the natural resources, cherish the history and romance as a sacred heritage, for your children and your children’s children. Do not let selfish men or greedy interests skin your country of its beauty, its riches or its romance.
Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.
Nothing is easier than to denounce the evildoer; nothing is more difficult than to understand him.
Surely what a man does when he is taken off his guard is the best evidence for what sort of man he is.
If a person seems wicked, do not cast him away. Awaken him with your words, elevate him with your deeds, repay his injury with your kindness. Do not cast him away; cast away his wickedness.
Don’t judge a man until you have walked two moons in his moccasins.
What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form, in moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
What's the use of a fine house if you haven't got a tolerable planet to put it on?
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.
I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.
It is difficult to make a man miserable while he feels worthy of himself and claims kindred to the great God who made him.