Ralph Waldo Emerson

To different minds, the same world is a hell, and a heaven.

He who is in love is wise and is becoming wiser, sees newly every time he looks at the object beloved, drawing from it with his eyes and his mind those virtues which it possesses.

We are always getting ready to live, but never living.

A sect or party is an elegant incognito devised to save a man from the vexation of thinking.

Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string.

To be great is to be misunderstood.