For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

We are never tired so long as we can see far enough.

It is the fault of our rhetoric that we cannot strongly state one fact without seeming to belie some other.

Truth is handsomer than the affectation of love. Your goodness must have some edge to it, — else it is none. The doctrine of hatred must be preached as the counteraction of the doctrine of love when that pules and whines. I shun father and mother and wife and brother, when my genius calls me. I would write on the lintels of the door-post, Whim. I hope it is somewhat better than whim at last, but we cannot spend the day in explanation. Expect me not to show cause why I seek or why I exclude company.