We are constituted a good deal like chickens, which, taken from the hen, and put in a basket of cotton in the chimney-corner, willoften peep till they die, nevertheless; but if you put in a book, or anything heavy, which will press down the cotton, and feel like the hen, they go to sleep directly.

In my walks I would fain return to my senses.

The intellect is a cleaver; it discerns and rifts its way into the secrets of things.

You must get your living by loving, or at least half your life is a failure.

What are the libraries of science but files of newspapers?

It is the greatest of all advantages to enjoy no advantage at all.

Treat your friends for what you know them to be. Regard no surfaces. Consider not what they did, but what they intended.