The craft of the merchant is this bringing a thing where it abounds to where it is costly.

To aim to convert a man by miracles is a profanation of the soul. A true conversion, a true Christ, is now, as always, to be madeby the reception of beautiful sentiments.

All loss, all pain, is particular; the universe remains to the heart unhurt.

We have more than we use.

Man is endogenous, and education is his unfolding. The aid we have from others is mechanical, compared with the discoveries of nature in us. What is thus learned is delightful in the doing, and the effect remains.

It is very odd that Nature should be so unscrupulous. She is no saint . . .

One man's justice is another's injustice; one man's beauty another's ugliness; one man's wisdom anpther's folly.