Everyone I meet is in some way my superior.

Society everywhere is in conspiracy against the manhood of every one of its members. The virtue in most request is conformity. Self-reliance is its aversion. It loves not realities and creators, but names and customs.

Everything in Nature contains all the powers of Nature. Everything is made of one hidden stuff.

The machine unmakes the man. Now that the machine is so perfect, the engineer is nobody.

Great conversation ... requires an absolute running of two souls into one.

We wake from one dream into another dream.

Not always can flowers, pearls, poetry, protestations, nor even home in another heart, content the awful soul that dwells in clay.