Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves. |
It is never too late to give up our prejudices. |
Truths and roses have thorns about them. |
To be admitted to Nature's hearth costs nothing. None is excluded, but excludes himself. You have only to push aside the curtain. |
Before printing was discovered, a century was equal to a thousand years. |
What is human warfare but just this; an effort to make the laws of God and nature take sides with one party. |
The heart is forever inexperienced. |
It is not enough to be busy. So are the ants. The question is: What are we busy about? |
The man who goes alone can start today; but he who travels with another must wait till that other is ready. |
Ignorance and bungling with love are better than wisdom and skill without. |
How can any man be weak who dares to be at all? |
All men are children, and of one family. The same tale sends them all to bed, and wakes them in the morning. |
A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone. |
It is what a man thinks of himself that really determines his fate. |
Books are the treasured wealth of the world and the fit inheritance of generations and nations. |
In wilderness is the preservation of the world. |
If it is surely the means to the highest end we know, can any work be humble or disgusting? Will it not rather be elevating as a ladder, the means by which we are translated? |
Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them. |
If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with success unexpected in common hours. |
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. |