The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed, there is no winter and no night; all tragedies, allennuis,vanish, - all duties even.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Truth is the property of no individual but is the treasure of all men.
No truth so sublime but it may be trivial to-morrow in the light of new thoughts. People wish to be settled: only as far as they are unsettled is there any hope for them.
Let us leave hurry to slaves.
There are no fixtures in nature. The universe is fluid and volatile. Permanence is but a word of degrees.
So is cheerfulness, or a good temper, the more it is spent, the more remains.