Be true! Be true! Be true! Show freely to the world, if not your worst, yet some trait whereby the worst may be inferred!

To the untrue man, the whole universe is false- it is impalpable- it shrinks to nothing within his grasp. And he himself is in so far as he shows himself in a false light, becomes a shadow, or, indeed, ceases to exist.

What is the voice of song when the world lacks the ear of taste?

Echo is the voice of a reflection in a mirror.

Salt is white and pure - there is something holy in salt.

It was one of those moments—which sometimes occur only at the interval of years—when a man's moral aspect is faithfully revealed to his mind's eye. Not improbably, he had never before viewed himself as he did now.

The thing you set your mind on is the thing you ultimately become.