“Wherever there is a heart and an intellect, the diseases of the physical frame are tinged with the peculiarities of these.”

Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.

If the truth were to be known, everyone would be wearing a scarlet letter of one form or another.

The book, if you would see anything in it, requires to be read in the clear, brown, twilight atmosphere in which it was written; if opened in the sunshine, it is apt to look exceedingly like a volume of blank pages.

Articulate words are a harsh clamor and dissonance. When man arrives at his highest perfection, he will again be dumb.

A man’s bewilderment is the measure of his wisdom.

Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world.

The calmer thought is not always the right thought, just as the distant view is not always the truest view.

We must not always talk in the market-place of what happens to us in the forest.

A bodily disease which we look upon as whole and entire within itself, may after all, be but a symptom of some ailment in the spiritual part.

Moonlight is sculpture.

I find nothing so singular to life as that everything appears to lose its substance the instant one actually grapples with it.

There is great incongruity in this idea of monuments, since those to whom they are usually dedicated need no such recognition to embalm their memory; and any man who does, is not worthy of one.

A pure hand needs no glove to cover it.

Our most intimate friend is not he to whom we show the worst, but the best of our nature.

We dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep.

Oh, for the years I have not lived, but only dreamed of living.

The idea of music is to liberate the listener and lead him to a frame where he feels he is elevated.

I’m the kind of person, if, if I have a day that is nerve-wracking, or my week has been bad or something’s going down, I won’t eat. Some people eat, I don’t eat. And it shows in my physical frame.

Over futile odds, and laughed at by the gods And now the final frame. Love is a losing game.

Why is it that farmworkers feed the nation but they can’t get food stamps?

It’s simply untrue that religion provides the only framework for a universal morality.

Once you subscribe to an ideological dogma as a solution to certain grievances, it then frames your mindset.

The moral landscape is the framework I use for thinking about questions of morality and human values in universal terms.

Don’t judge the picture by the frame, every man is not the same.