Discontent Is Want Of Self-reliance; It Is

The Yankee Is One Who, If He Once Gets His Teeth Set On A Thing, All Creation Can't Make Him Let Go.

We Must Not Inquire Too Curiously Into The Absolute Value Of Literature. Enough That It Amuses And Exercises Us. At Least It Leaves Us Where We Were. It Names Things, But Does Not Add Things.

Talent Is Commonly Developed At The Expense Of Character.

If The Stars Should Appear But One Night Every Thousand Years How Man Would Marvel And Stare.

These Are The Voices Which We Hear In Solitude, But They Grow Faint And Inaudible As We Enter Into The World.