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

Every burned book or house enlightens the world; every suppressed or expunged word reverberates through the earth from side to side.

Nothing in nature is exhausted in its first use...In God, every end is converted into a new means.

We do not quite forgive a giver. The hand that feeds us is in some danger of being bitten. We can receive anything from love, forthat is a way of receiving it from ourselves; but not from any one who assumes to bestow. We sometimes hate the meat which we eat, because there seems something of degrading dependence in living it.

The soul circumscribes all things.

The pest of society is egotists.

Happiness is a perfume you cannot pour on others without getting some on yourself.