It is the easiest thing in the world for a man to look as if he had a great secret in him.

Give not thyself up, then, to fire, lest it invert thee, deaden thee, as for the time it did me. There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness.

In what rapt ether sails the world, of which the weariest will never weary?

A noble craft, but somehow a most melancholy! All noble things are touched with that.

It is not for man to follow the trail of truth too far, since by so doing he entirely loses the directing compass of his mind.

He knows himself, and all that's in him, who knows adversity.

Book! You lie there; the fact is, you books must know your places. You'll do to give us the bare words and facts, but we come in to supply the thoughts.