In a narrow circle the mind contracts. Man grows with his expanded needs.

Man, one may say, was never in such a completely animal condition; but he has, on the other hand, never escaped from it.

An honest man you may form of windle-straws, but to make a rogue you must have grist.

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

Each state of the human mind has some parable in the physical creation by which it is shadowed forth; nor is it only artists and poets, but even the most abstract thinkers that have drawn from this source. Lively activity we name fire; time is a stream that rolls on, sweeping all before it; eternity is a circle; a mystery is hid in midnight gloom, and truth dwells in the sun. Nay, I begin to believe that even the future destiny of the human race is prefigured in the dark oracular utterances of bodily creation.

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

False fancy brings real misery.