Nature puts no question and answers none which we mortals ask. She has long ago taken her resolution.
There are certain pursuits which if not wholly poetic and true do at least suggest a nobler and finer relation to nature than we know. The keeping of bees for instance.
Nature is full of genius full of the divinity so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.
The bluebird carries the sky on his back.
Nature will bear the closest inspection. She invites us to lay our eye level with her smallest leaf and take an insect view of its plain.
If a man does not keep pace with his companions perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears however measured or far away.
What you get by achieving your goals is not as important as what you become by achieving your goals.
In my afternoon walk I would fain forget all my morning occupations and my obligations to society.
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.
An early-morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.
To have done anything just for money is to have been truly idle.
Money is not required to buy one necessity of the soul.
Instead of noblemen let us have noble villages of men.
The law will never make a man free it is men who have got to make the law free.
If you would convince a man that he does wrong do right. Men will believe what they see.
It is an interesting question how far men would retain their relative rank if they were divested of their clothes.
In the long run men hit only what they aim at. Therefore they had better aim at something high.
Men have become the tools of their tools.
While civilization has been improving our houses it has not equally improved the men who are to inhabit them. It has created palaces but it was not so easy to create noblemen and kings.
Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.
Men are born to succeed not to fail.
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.
May we so love as never to have occasion to repent of our love!
Those whom we can love we can hate to others we are indifferent.
Ignorance and bungling with love are better than wisdom and skill without.