The unsaid part is the best of every discourse.
The hero sees that the event is ancillary: it must follow him.
Often a certain abdication of prudence and foresight is an element of success.
There is no history; only biography.
An action is the perfection and publication of thought. A right action seems to fill the eye, and to be related to all nature.
Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion. Life is like a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue. . . .