We want but two or three friends, but these we cannot do without, and they serve us in every thought we think.

Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. To a man laboring under calamity, the heat of his own fire hath sadness in it.

The conscious utterance of thought, by speech or action, to any end, is art.

A chief event of life is the day in which we have encountered a mind that startled us.

Health is the first muse, and sleep is the condition to produce it.

Heaven walks among us ordinarily muffled in such triple or tenfold disguises that the wisest are deceived and no one suspects the days to be gods.

A man of genius is privileged only as far as he is genius. His dullness is as insupportable as any other dullness.