Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind. Absolve you to yourself, and you shall have the suffrage of the world. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

It is the secret of the world that all things subsist and do not die, but retire a little from sight and afterwards return again.

Discontent is the want of self-reliance: it is infirmity of will.

I wiped away the weeds and foam, I fetched my sea-born treasures home; But the poor, unsightly, noisome things Had left their beauty on the shore, With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar.