Any nobleness begins at once to refine a man's features, any meanness or sensuality to imbrute them.

I have a great deal of company in my house; especially in the morning, when nobody calls.

I think that Nature meant kindly when she made our brothers few. However, my voice is still for peace.

I silently smiled at my incessant good fortune.

The Man of Genius may at the same time be, indeed is commonly, an Artist, but the two are not to be confounded. The Man of Genius,referred to mankind, is an originator, an inspired or demonic man, who produces a perfect work in obedience to laws yet unexplored. The artist is he who detects and applies the law from observation of the works of Genius, whether of man or nature. The Artisan is he who merely applies the rules which others have detected. There has been no man of pure Genius, as there has been none wholly destitute of Genius.

On tops of mountains, as everywhere to hopeful souls, it is always morning.

To the man who cherishes a secret in his breast, there is a still greater secret unexplored. Our most indifferent acts may be a matter for secrecy, but whatever we do with the utmost truthfulness and integrity, by virtue of its pureness, must be transparent as light.