Why do you ever mend your clothes, unless that, wearing them, you may mend your ways. Let us sing.

All men want, not something to do with, but something to do, or rather something to be.

The monster is never just there where we think he is. What is truly monstrous is our cowardice and sloth.

There are times when we have had enough even of our Friends.

A man sees only what concerns him.... How much more, then, it requires different intentions of the eye and of the mind to attend to different departments of knowledge! How differently the poet and the naturalist look at objects!

We need to witness our own limits transgressed, and some life pasturing freely where we never wander.

We have not so good a right to hate any as our Friend.