All the world knows me in my book, and my book in me.

But the touch or company of any man whatsoever stirreth up their heat, which in their solitude was hushed and quiet, and lay as cinders raked up in ashes.

I write to keep from going mad from the contradictions I find among mankind - and to work some of those contradictions out for myself.

It is equally pointless to weep because we won't be alive a hundred years from now as that we were not here a hundred years ago.

Why did I love her? Because it was her; because it was me.

The conduct of our lives is the true mirror of our doctrine.

To compose our character is our duty, not to compose books, and to win, not battles and provinces, but order and tranquillity in our conduct.