Every reader, if he has a strong mind, reads himself into the book, and amalgamates his thoughts with those of the author.

A judge who cannot punish, in the end associates themselves with the criminal.

Our passions are the true phoenixes; when the old one is burnt out, a new one rises from its ashes.

To know where a thing is we must have found it.

My days are as happy as those reserved by God for his elect; and whatever be my fate hereafter, I can never say that I have not tasted joy— the purest joy of life.

The person of analytic or critical intellect finds something ridiculous in everything. The person of synthetic or constructive intellect, in almost nothing.

But who will dare to speak the truth out clear? The few who anything of truth have learned, And foolishly did not keep truth concealed, Their thoughts and visions to the common herd revealed, Since time began we've crucified and burned