Freedom exists only with power.

Chains of iron or of silk-both are chains.

The reason for you complaint lies, it seems to me, in the constraint which your intellect imposes upon your imagination. Here I will make an observation, and illustrate it by an allegory. Apparently, it is not good-and indeed it hinders the creative work of the mind-if the if the intellect examines too closely the ideas pouring in, as it were, at the gates.

Ever building, building to the clouds, still building higher, and never reflecting that the poor narrow basis cannot sustain the giddy tottering column.

Many a smiling face hides a mourning heart; but grief alone teaches us what we are.

The strong man is strongest when alone.

I know that we often tremble at an empty terror; yet the false fancy brings a real misery.