In these times I don't, in a manner of speaking, know what I want; perhaps I don't want what I know and want what I don't know.

No man can claim to usurp more than a few cubic feet of the audibilities of a public room. . . .

The soul exists partly in eternity and partly in time.

Law it is . . . which hears without ears, sees without eyes, moves without feet and seizes without hands.

Never worry about anything. Live in the present. Live now. Be happy.

Who can wonder at the attractiveness... of the bar, for our ambitious young men, when the highest bribes of society are at the feet of the successful orator?

[The imagination] . . . inspires an audacious mental habit. We are as elastic as the gas of gunpowder, and . . . a word dropped in conversation, sets free our fancy, and instantly our heads are bathed with galaxies, and our feet tread the floor of the Pit.