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We live for books. A sweet mission in this world dominated by disorder and decay.
There is only one thing that you write for yourself, and that is a shopping list.
Memory is a stopgap for humans, for whom time flies and what is passed is passed.
It often happens that the quotations constitute the most valuable part of a book.
It has been wisely said that we cannot really love anybody at whom we never laugh.
Don't be afraid of opposition. Remember, a kite rises against, not with, the wind.
Inclusiveness isn't what I want to push back against. The obsession with facts is.
Must one rash word, the infirmity of age, throw down the merit of my better years?
There is nothing in which men more deceive themselves than in what they call zeal.
The gifts of genius are far greater than the givers themselves venture to suppose.
Happiness is a perfume you cannot pour on others without getting some on yourself.
Experience is the only teacher, and we get his lesson indifferently in any school.
I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and the new.
Neither is life long enough for friendship. That is a serious and majestic affair.
What you do thunders above your head so loudly, I cannot hear the words you speak.
The cardinal virtue of a teacher [is] to protect the pupil from his own influence.
It is easy to live for others, everybody does. I call on you to live for yourself.
We are very near to greatness: one step and we are safe; can we not take the leap?
Freedom is not the right to do as you please, but the liberty to do as you should.
People with great gifts are easy to find, but symmetrical and balanced ones never.
The poisons are our principal medicines, which kill the disease and save the life.
Nature, as we know her, is no saint.... She comes eating and drinking and sinning.
My evening visitors, if they cannot see the clock should find the time in my face.
To speak truly, few adult persons can see nature. Most persons do not see the sun.
The simplest words,--we do not know what they mean except when we love and aspire.
The Oversoul is before Time, and Time, Father of all else, is one of his children.
The chief value of the new fact is to enhance the great and constant fact of life.
The effect of the indulgence of human affection is a certain cordial exhilaration.
There is something servile in the habit of seeking after a law which we must obey.
You must hear the birds song without attempting to render it into nouns and verbs.
People that seem so glorious are all show; underneath they are like everyone else.
Science is nothing but the finding of analogy, identity, in the most remote parts.
The believing we do something when we do nothing is the first illusion of tobacco.
Prosperity is something the businessmen created for politicians to take credit for
For beauty is God's handwriting...A nd, thank God for it as a cup of His blessing.
Economy does not consist in saving the coal, but in using the time while it burns.
The work of vegetation begins first in the irritability of the bark and leaf-buds.
No man can be criticised but by a greater than he. Do not, then, read the reviews.
We resent all criticism which denies us anything that lies in our line of advance.
In the construction of Immortal Fame you need first of all a cosmic shamelessness.
Resistance, which is the function of conservatism, is essential to orderly advance.
When the milk of human kindness turns sour, it is a singularly unpalatable draught.
Art solves nothing, either for the artist himself or for those who receive his art.
How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
Literature is an investment of genius which pays dividends to all subsequent times.
You are always nearer the divine and the true sources of your power than you think.
Waning moons their settled periods keep, to swell the billows and ferment the deep.
Nations with nations mix'd confus'dly die, and lost in one promiscuous carnage lie.
If Heaven is willing to sing to us, it is little to ask that we be ready to listen.
Writing is, in the end, that oddest of anomalies: an intimate letter to a stranger.