Underneath the inharmonious and trivial particulars, is a musical perfection, the Ideal journeying always with us, the heaven without rent or seam.

As much wisdom may be expended on a private economy as on an empire, and as much wisdom may be drawn from it.

I shun father and mother and wife and brother when my genius calls me. I would write on the lintels of the door-post, Whim. I hope that it is somewhat better than whim at last, but we cannot spend the day in explanation.

Men imagine that they communicate their virtue or vice only by overt actions, and do not see that virtue or vice emit a breath every moment.

Luck is just another word for tenacity of purpose.

If you would lift me up you must be on higher ground.

Every man believes he has a greater possibility.