Keep cool: it will be all one a hundred years hence.

Is not marriage an open question, when it is alleged, from the beginning of the world, that such as are in the institution wish to get out, and such as are out wish to get in?

Thought is the property of him who can entertain it, and of him who can adequately place it.

What point of morals, of manners, of economy, of philosophy, of religion, of taste, of the conduct of life, has he not settled? What mystery has he not signified his knowledge of? What office, or function, or district of man's work, has he not remembered? What king has he not taught state, as Talma taught Napoleon? What maiden has not found him finer than her delicacy? What lover has he not outloved? What sage has he not outseen? What gentleman has he not instructed in the rudeness of his behavior?

Act, if you like,-but you do it at your peril. Men's actions are too strong for them. Show me a man who has acted, and who has not been the victim and slave of his action. What they have done commits and enforces them to do the same again. The first act, which was to be an experiment, becomes a sacrament. The fiery reformer embodies his aspiration in some rite or covenant, and he and his friends cleave to the form, and lose the aspiration. The Quaker has established Quakerism, the Shaker has established his monastery and his dance; and, although each prates of spirit, there is no spirit, but repetition, which is anti-spiritual.

In actions of enthusiasm, this drawback appears: but in those lower activities, which have no higher aim than to make us more comfortable and more cowardly, in actions of cunning, actions that steal and lie, actions that divorce the speculative from the practical faculty, and put a ban on reason and sentiment, there is nothing else but drawback and negation.

The measure of action is the sentiment from which it proceeds. The greatest action may easily be one of the most private circumstance.

How can he [today's writer] be honored, when he does not honor himself; when he loses himself in the crowd; when he is no longer the lawgiver, but the sycophant, ducking to the giddy opinion of a reckless public.

The thing done avails, and not what is said about it. An original sentence, a step forward, is worth more than all the censures.

Classics which at home are drowsily read have a strange charm in a country inn, or in the transom of a merchant brig.

The hearing ear is always found close to the speaking tongue.

Earth proudly wears the Parthenon As the best gem upon her zone.

The world is upheld by the veracity of good men: they make the earth wholesome.

The hand that rounded Peter's dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity, Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew, The conscious stone to beauty grew.

But these young scholars who invade our hills, Bold as the engineer who fells the wood, And travelling often in the cut he makes, Love not the flower they pluck, and know it not, And all their botany is Latin names.

Though thou loved her as thyself, As a self of purer clay, Tho' her parting dims the day, Stealing grace from all alive, Heartily know, When half-gods go, The gods arrive.

Give all to love; Obey thy heart; Friends, kindred, days, Estate, good fame, Plans, credit, and the muse; Nothing refuse.

Olympian bards who sung Divine ideas below, Which always find us young And always keep us so.

There are two laws discrete Not reconciled, Law for man, and law for thing.

The horseman serves the horse, The neatherd serves the neat, The merchant serves the purse, The eater serves his meat; 'Tis the day of the chattel, Web to weave, and corn to grind; Things are in the saddle, And ride mankind.

For nature beats in perfect tune, And rounds with rhyme her every rune, Whether she work in land or sea, Or hide underground her alchemy. Thou canst not wave thy staff in air, Or dip thy paddle in the lake, But it carves the bow of beauty there, And the ripples in rhymes the oar forsake.

Whoso walketh in solitude, And inhabiteth the wood, Choosing light, wave, rock, and bird, Before the money-loving herd, Into that forester shall pass From these companions power and grace.

The silent organ loudest chants The master's requiem.

By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare, To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee.

Hast thou named all the birds without a gun; Loved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk.

Not from a vain or shallow thought His awful Jove young Phidias brought.

I like a church, I like a cowl, I love a prophet of the soul, And on my heart monastic aisles Fall like sweet strains or pensive smiles; Yet not for all his faith can see, Would I that cowled churchman be. Why should the vest on him allure, Which I could not on me endure?

Out from the heart of Nature rolled The burdens of the Bible old.

Seeing only what is fair, Sipping only what is sweet, Thou dost mock at fate and care.

Thou animated torrid-zone.

Pass in, pass in, the angels say, In to the upper doors; Nor count compartments of the floors, But mount to Paradise By the stairway of surprise.

Earth laughs in flowers to see her boastful boys Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs; Who steer the plough, but can not steer their feet Clear of the grave.

Let me never fall into the vulgar mistake of dreaming that I am persecuted whenever I am contradicted.

Sometimes a scream is better than a thesis.

I wish to write such rhymes as shall not suggest a restraint, but contrariwise the wildest freedom.

We are always getting ready to live, but never living.

No man can have society upon his own terms. If he seeks it, he must serve it too.

Everything intercepts us from ourselves.

A man contains all that is needful to his government within himself. He is made a law unto himself. All real good or evil that can befal [sic] him must be from himself. He only can do himself any good or any harm. Nothing can be given to him or can taken from him but always there is a compensation.. There is a correspondence between the human soul and everything that exists in the world; more properly, everything that is known to man. Instead of studying things without the principles of them, all may be penetrated unto with him. Every act puts the agent in a new position. The purpose of life seems to be to acquaint a man with himself. He is not to live the future as described to him but to live the real future to the real present. The highest revelation is that God is in every man.

Children are all foreigners.

Man exists for his own sake and not to add a laborer to the state.

You shall have joy, or you shall have power, said God; you shall not have both.

People do not deserve to have good writing, they are so pleased with bad.

People say law but they mean wealth.

A good indignation brings out all one's powers.

How we hate this solemn Ego that accompanies the learned, like a double, wherever he goes.

The best effect of fine persons is felt after we have left their presence.

He needs no library, for he has not done thinking; no church, for he is himself a prophet; no statute book, for he hath the Lawgiver; no money, for he is value itself; no road, for he is at home where he is.

Four snakes gliding up and down a hollow for no purpose that I could see - not to eat, not for love, but only gliding.

A sect or party is an elegant incognito devised to save a man from the vexation of thinking.