We fancy men are individuals; so are pumpkins; but every pumpkin in the field goes through every point of pumpkin history.

Where there is no vision a people perish.

You must pay for conformity. All goes well as long as you run with conformists. But you, who are honest men in other particulars, know that there is alive somewhere a man whose honesty reaches to this point also, that he shall not kneel to false gods, and, on the day when you meet him, you sink into the class of counterfeits.

Every discourse is an approximate answer: but it is of small consequence, that we do not get it into verbs and nouns, whilst it abides for contemplation forever.

Crime and punishment grow out of one stem. Punishment is a fruit that unsuspected ripens within the flower of the pleasure which concealed it.

We seek our friend not sacredly, but with an adulterate passion which would appropriate him to ourselves.

He is a dull observer whose experience has not taught him the reality and force of magic, as well as of chemistry.