Vanity costs money, labor, horses, men, women, health and peace, and is still nothing at last,--a long way leading nowhere.

Words are finite expressions of the infinite mind.

The objection to conforming to usages that have become dead to you is, that it scatters your force.

When the act of reflection takes place in the mind, when we look at ourselves in the light of thought, we discover that our life is embosomed in beauty.

By virtue of the Deity thought renews itself inexhaustibly every day and the thing whereon it shines, though it were dust and sand, is a new subject with countless relations.

We walk alone in the world.

Give me health and a day, and I will make the pomp of emperors ridiculous.