Why do we think love is a magician? Because the whole power of magic consists in love. The work of magic is the attraction of one thing by another because of a certain affinity of nature.

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

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

The ideas of things intellectually known pass into the substance of the intellect much more than do foods into the substance of the body.

Wealth begins . . . in giving on all sides by tools and auxiliaries the greatest possible extension to our powers; as if it added feet and hands and eyes and blood. . . .

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

Laurel crowns cleave to deserts And power to him who power exerts; Hast not thy share? On winged feet, Lo! it rushes thee to meet; . . .