Without friends the world is but a wilderness.
Why should I be angry with a man for loving himself better than me?
The human understanding is no dry light, but receives an infusion from the will and affections... What a man had rather were true he more readily believes.
The creative process is a cocktail of instinct, skill, culture and a highly creative feverishness.
Nature, to be commanded, must be obeyed.
The general root of superstition is that men observe when things hit, and not when they miss, and commit to memory the one, and pass over the other.