Great souls suffer in silence.

Not without a shudder may the human hand reach into the mysterious urn of destiny.

The great happiness of life, I find, after all, to consist in the regular discharge of some mechanical duty.

The universe is a thought of God.

To rankling poison hast thou turned in me the milk of human kindness.

Regarded in isolation, an idea may be quite insignificant, and venturesome in the extreme, but it may acquire importance from an idea which follows it; perhaps, in a certain collocation with other ideas, which may seem equally absurd, it may be capable of furnishing a very serviceable link.

A deep meaning often lies in old customs.