Man seeketh in society comfort, use and protection.
Friends are thieves of time.
The sun, though it passes through dirty places, yet remains as pure as before.
Whatever you can, count.
We cannot command Nature except by obeying her.
Great art is deeply ordered. Even if within the order there may be enormously instinctive and accidental things, nevertheless they come out of a desire for ordering and for returning fact onto the nervous system in a more violent way.