The soul is the perceiver and revealer of truth. We know truth when we see it, let skeptic and scoffer say what they choose.

For every seeing soul, there are two absorbing facts - I, and the abyss.

We can only be valued as we make ourselves valuable.

Keep the town for occasions, but the habits should be formed in retirement.

Wherever there is failure, there is some giddiness, some superstition about luck, some step omitted, which, Nature never pardons.

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. . . .

There is no history; only biography.