Our science, so called, is always more barren and mixed with error than our sympathies.

Unless we do more than simply learn the trade of our time, we are but apprentices, and not yet masters of the art of life.

In the long run, we only hit what we aim at.

If you give money, spend yourself with it.

But what is quackery? It is commonly an attempt to cure the diseases of a man by addressing his body alone. There is need of a physician who shall minister to both soul and body at once, that is, to man. Now he falls between two stools.

The authority of government . . . can have no pure right over my person and property but what I concede to it.

The object of love expands and grows before us to eternity, until it includes all that is lovely, and we become all that can love.