The solar system has no anxiety about its reputation.

The soul circumscribes all things.

The delicate muses lose their head if their attention is once diverted. Perhaps if you were successful abroad in talking and dealing with men, you would not come back to your bookshelf and your task. When the spirit chooses you for its scribe to publish some commandment, it makes you odious to men and men odious to you, and you shall accept that loathsomeness with joy. The moth must fly to the lamp, and you must solve those questions though you die.

A sage is the instructor of a hundred ages.

There is nothing we value and hunt and cultivate and strive to draw to us, but in some hour we turn and rend it.

Age, like woman, requires fit surroundings.

The customer is the immediate jewel of our souls. Him we flatter, him we feast, compliment, vote for, and will not contradict.