You are running to seek your friend. Let your feet run, but your mind need not.

You are running to seek your friend. Let your feet run, but your mind need not.

Artists in each of the arts seek after and care for nothing but love.

[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.

Many have paid lip service to philosophy, but these men served it with their whole heart. He tastes nothing who has not tasted for himself.

The soul exists partly in eternity and partly in time.

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?