The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.

Let the attempt be made, at whatever risk.

To do nothing is the way to be nothing.

We men of study, whose heads are in our books, have need to be straightly looked after! We dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep.

A throng of bearded men in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats, intermixed with women, some wearing hoods, and other bareheaded, was assembled in front of a wooden edifice, the door of which was heavily timbered with oak, and studded with iron spikes.

Let us acknowledge it wiser, if not more sagacious to follow out one's day-dream to its natural consummation, although if the vision has been worth the having, it is certain never to be consummated otherwise than by a failure.

There is something truer and more real, than what we can see with the eyes, and touch with the finger.