Whatever sentence will bear to be read twice, we may be sure was thought twice.

Think for yourself, or others will think for you without thinking of you.

If I am not I, who will be?

The unconsciousness of man is the consciousness of God.

Who that has heard a strain of music feared then lest he should speak extravagantly any more forever?

My friend is one who takes me for what I am. A stranger takes me for something else than what I am. . . . What men call social virtues, good fellowship, is commonly but the virtue of pigs in a litter which lie close together to keep each other warm. It brings men together in crowds and mobs in bar-rooms and elsewhere, but it does not deserve the name of virtue.

This life is not for complaint, but for satisfaction.