The cost of a thing is the amount of what I will call life which is required to be exchanged for it, immediately or in the long run.

It is not worth the while to let our imperfections disturb us always.

The question is not what you look at, but what you see.

Things do not change; we change.

If we will be quiet and ready enough, we shall find compensation in every disappointment.

All men want, not something to do with, but something to do, or rather something to be.

When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest.

The language of Friendship is not words, but meanings.

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.

Any fool can make a ruleAnd any fool will mind it.

Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.

What sort of philosophers are we, who know absolutely nothing of the origin and destiny of cats?

Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth.

Next to us is not the workman whom we have hired, with whom we love so well to talk, but the workman whose work we are.

Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.

Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.

It takes two to speak the truth - one to speak and another to hear.

Truth strikes us from behind and in the dark, as well as from before and in broad daylight.

Night is certainly more novel and less profane than day.

Every blade in the field - Every leaf in the forest - lays down its life in its season as beautifully as it was taken up.

I silently smiled at my incessant good fortune.

Commonly men will only be brave as their fathers were brave, or timid.

Men are born to succeed, not to fail.

Beware of all enterprises that require new clothes.

Knowledge does not come to us by details, but in flashes of light from heaven.

How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.

A sentence should be read as if its author, had he held a plough instead of a pen, could have drawn a furrow deep and straight to the end.

It is not enough to be busy; so are the ants. The question is: What are we busy about?

He who hears the rippling of rivers in these degenerate days will not utterly despair.

Men say they know many things;But lo! they have taken wings, —The arts and sciences,And a thousand appliances;The wind that blowsIs all that any body knows

My desire for knowledge is intermittent; but my desire to bathe my head in atmospheres unknown to my feet is perennial and constant.