In every man there is something of all men.

The highest point to which a weak but experienced mind can rise is detecting the weakness of better men.

We can see nothing whatever of the soul unless it is visible in the expression of the countenance; one might call the faces at a large assembly of people a history of the human soul written in a kind of Chinese ideograms.

Reason now gazes above the realm of the dark but warm feelings as the Alpine peaks do above the clouds. They behold the sun more clearly and distinctly, but they are cold and unfruitful.

Once we know our weaknesses they cease to do us any harm.

He was always smoothing and polishing himself, and in the end he became blunt before he was sharp.

Rational free spirits are the light brigade who go on ahead and reconnoiter the ground which the heavy brigade of the orthodox will eventually occupy.