Our friendships hurry to short and poor conclusions, because we have made them a texture of wine and dreams, instead of the toughfibre of the human heart. The laws of friendship are austere and eternal, of one web with the laws of nature and of morals.

Everything is made of one hidden stuff.

Genius is saying what is in your heart, because it's in everyone's heart.

Who makes and keeps the Jew or the Negro base, who but you, who exclude them from the rights which others enjoy?

I am become a transparent eyeball.

Duty grows everywhere--like children, like grass.

The magnanimous know very well that they who give time, or money, or shelter, to the stranger--so it be done for love, and not forostentation--do, as it were, put God under obligation to them, so perfect are the compensations of the universe.