Gnaw your own bone gnaw at it bury it unearth it gnaw it still.
We must have infinite faith in each other.
What recommends commerce to me is its enterprise and bravery. It does not clasp its hands and pray to Jupiter.
The frontiers are not east or west north or south but wherever a man fronts a fact.
Some men fish all their lives without knowing it is not really the fish they are after.
The boy gathers materials for a temple, and then when he is thirty, concludes to build a woodshed
It is not worth the while to let our imperfections disturb us always.
It is an interesting question how far men would retain their relative rank if they were divested of their clothes.
Live the life you've dreamed.
There is more of good nature than of good sense at the bottom of most marriages.
I have learned, that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.
Read the best books first, or you may not have a chance to read them at all.
What demon possessed me that I behaved so well?
There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root.
Men are not so much the keepers of herds as herds are the keepers of men.
Law never made men a whit more just; and, by means of their respect for it, even the well-disposed are daily made the agents of injustice.
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I ha...
I thus found that the student who wishes for a shelter can obtain one for a lifetime at an expense not greater than the rent which he now pays annually. If I seem to boast more than is becoming, my ex...
I have no doubt that it is a part of the destiny of the human race, in its gradual improvement, to leave off eating animals, as surely as savage tribes have left off eating each other when they came i...
I cannot come nearer to God and HeavenThan I live to Walden even.I am its stony shore,And the breeze that passes o'er;In the hollow of my handAre its water and its sand,