There is the name and the thing; the name is a sound which sets a mark on and denotes the thing. The name is no part of the thing nor of the substance; it is an extraneous piece added to the thing, and outside of it.

I honor most those to whom I show least honor; and where my soul moves with great alacrity, I forget the proper steps of ceremony.

Habit is second nature.

He that is a friend to himself, know; he is a friend to all.

Eloquence is an engine invented to manage and wield at will the fierce democracy, and, like medicine to the sick, is only employed in the paroxysms of a disordered state.

We are all patchwork, and so shapeless and diverse in composition that each bit, each moment, plays its own game.

Virtue can have naught to do with ease. . . . It craves a steep and thorny path.