The lover never sees personal resemblances in his mistress to her kindred or to others. His friends find in her a likeness to hermother, or her sisters, or to persons not of her blood. The lover sees no resemblance except to summer evenings and diamond mornings, to rainbows and the song of birds.

We are all wise for other people, none for himself.

I believe it is the conviction of the purest men, that the net amount of man and man does not much vary. Each is incomparably superior to his companion in some faculty. His want of skill in other directions, has added to his fitness for his own work.

Others can get in your way temporarily, but only you can get out of your way permanently. Our best thoughts come from others.

I consider theology to be the rhetoric of morals.

Infancy is the perpetual Messiah, which comes into the arms of fallen men, and pleads with them to return to paradise.

The key to every man is his thought.