We walk alone in the world.

To the men of this world, to the animal strength and spirits, to the men of practical power, whilst immersed in it, the man of ideas appears out of his reason. They alone gave reason.

Every spirit makes its house, and we can give a shrewd guess from the house to the inhabitant.

The mass of men worry themselves into nameless graves while here and there a great unselfish soul forgets himself into immortality.

The shoemaker makes a good shoe because he makes nothing else.

There is an intimate interdependence of intellect and morals.

Activity is contagious.