[D]ivine Providence... keeps the universe open in every direction to the soul.

If you act, you show character; if you sit still, you show it; if you sleep you show it.

The hero is a mind of such balance that no disturbances can shake his will, but pleasantly, and, as it were, merrily, he advancesto his own music, alike in frightful alarms and in the tipsy mirth of universal dissoluteness.

He then learns that in going down into the secrets of his own mind, he has descended into the secrets of all minds.

My evening visitors, if they cannot see the clock should find the time in my face.

If you would lift me up, you've got to be on higher ground.

There is some awe mixed with the joy of our surprise, when this poet, who lived in some past world, two or three hundred years ago, says that which lies close to my own soul, that which I also had wellnigh thought and said.