fierce unrest seethes at the core, of all existing things:, it was the eager wish to soar, that gave the gods their wings.

Fate often puts all the material for happiness and prosperity into a man's hands just to see how miserable he can make himself with them.

Fishing is a delusion entirely surrounded by liars in old clothes.

Every cloud has its silver lining but it is sometimes a little difficult to get it to the mint.

I seek a form that my style cannot discover, a bud of thought that wants to be a rose.

The growth of New England was a result of the aggregate efforts of a busy multitude, each in his narrow circle toiling for himself, to gather competence or wea…

To consider oneself different from ordinary men is wrong, but it is right to hope that one will not remain like ordinary men.