History, insofar as it accustoms human beings to comprehend the whole of the past and to hasten forward with its conclusions into the far future, conceals the boundaries of birth and death, which enclose the life of the human being so narrowly and oppressively, and with a kind of optical illusion, expands his short existence into endless space, leading the individual imperceptibly over into humanity.

There is no solitude in nature.

Be noble minded! Our own heart, and not other men's opinions of us, forms our true honor.

Disappointments are to the soul what a thunderstorm is to the air.

Great souls endure in silence.

It is not the mere station of life that stamps the value on us, but the manner in which we act our part.

Nothing leads to good that is not natural.