The Unknown is an ocean. What is conscience? The compass of the Unknown.
There is a certain physiognomy in manners.
The secret of solitude is that there is no solitude.
The sense of duty pursues us ever.
Do you know a book that you are willing to put under your head for a pillow when you lie dying? Very well; that is the book you want to study while you are living. There is but one such book in the world.
Only the home can found a state.