One does not see his thought distinctly till it is reflected in the image of another’s. — Amos Bronson Alcott
Devotees of grammatical studies have not been distinguished for any very remarkable — Amos Bronson Alcott
Pleasure, that immortal essence, the beauteous bead sparkling in the cup, effervesces — Amos Bronson Alcott
All unrest is but the struggle of the soul to reassure herself of her inborn immortality. — Amos Bronson Alcott
One’s life should be sufficiently interesting to furnish entertainment in the record. — Amos Bronson Alcott
Of gifts, there seems none more becoming to offer a friend than a beautiful book. — Amos Bronson Alcott
Ourselves are cosmic and capacious beyond conjecture, and to experience some notion — Amos Bronson Alcott