We are all of us Apollos serving some Admetus.

As far back as I can remember I have unconsciously referred to the experiences of a previous state of existence.

If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.

Justice is sweet and musical; but injustice is harsh and discordant.

Roads are made for horses and men of business. I do not travel in them much.

Dreams are the touchstones of our character.

Yet I experienced sometimes that the most sweet and tender, the most innocent and encouraging society may be found in any naturalobject, even for the poor misanthrope and most melancholy man. There can be no very black melancholy to him who lives in the midst of nature and has his senses still.