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This magnificent butterfly finds a little heap of dirt and sits still on it; but man he will never on his heap of mud keep still.

​So far as I could make out, what writers did couldn't even be classified as work.

He looked upon the time that had been my future in a disturbing way. My future was his past, and being young, he was indifferent to the past.

Eventually it comes to you: the thing that makes you exceptional, if you are at all, is inevitably that which must also make you lonely.

It should be remembered that men always prize that most which is least enjoyed. Thus, in a new country, the woods and other objects, which in an old country would be maintained at great cost, are got rid of, simply with a view of “improving” as it is called.

History, like love, is so apt to surround her heroes with an atmosphere of imaginary brightness.

It is better for a man to die at peace with himself than to live haunted by an evil conscience.

I wish to live because life has within it that which is good, that which is beautiful and that which is love. Therefore, since I have known all of these things, I have found them to be reason enough and — I wish to live. Moreover, because this is so, I wish others to live for generations and generations and generations.

In short, the magnifying influence of fear began to set at naught the calculations of reason, and to render those who should have remembered their manhood, the slaves of the basest passions.

Your young white, who gathers his learning from books and can measure what he knows by the page, may conceit that his knowledge, like his legs, outruns that of his fathers', but, where experience is the master, the scholar is made to know the value of years, and respects them accordingly.

Life was combat, and victory was not to the lazy, the timid, the slugabed, the drugstore cowboy, the libertine, the mushmouth afraid to tell people exactly what was on his mind whether people liked it or not.

Every trail has its end, and every calamity brings its lesson!