The state of society is one in which the members have suffered amputation from the trunk, and strut about so many walking monsters,—a good finger, a neck, a stomach, an elbow, but never a man.

All are needed by each one; Nothing is fair or good alone.

Every chair should be a throne and hold a king.

The imaginative faculty of the soul must be fed with objects immense and eternal.

Manners make the fortune of the ambitious youth.

What you do thunders above your head so loudly, I cannot hear the words you speak.

One single idea may have greater weight than all the men, animals, and machines for a century.