If men could see us as we really are, they would be a little amazed.

I knew you would do me good in some way, at some time--I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you.

Out of association grows adhesion, and out of adhesion amalgamation.

Men judge us by the success of our efforts. God looks at the efforts themselves.

For a long time the fear of seeming singular scared me away; but by degrees, as people became accustomed to me and my habits, and to such shadows of peculiarity as were engrained in my nature - shades, certainly not striking enough to interest, and perhaps not prominent enough to offend, but born in and with me, and no more to be parted with than my identity - but slow degrees I became a frequenter of this straight narrow path.

Beauty is in the eye of the gazer.

Daydreams are the delusions of the devil.