Our relations to each other are oblique and casual.
Each age, it is found, must write its own books; or rather, each generation for the next succeeding.
The remedy for all blunders, the cure of blindness, the cure of crime, is love.
Nature arms each man with some faculty which enables him to do easily some feat impossible to any other.
We read often with as much talent as we write.
If we meet no gods, it is because we harbor none.