With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall.

Philanthropies and charities have a certain air of quackery.

The objection to conforming to usages that have become dead to you is, that it scatters your force.

The vulgar call good fortune that which really is produced by the calculations of genius.

The peace of the man who has forsworn the use of the bullet seems to me not quite peace, but a canting impotence.

To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same fields, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again.

Heaven is large, and affords space for all modes of love and fortitude.