The house is a castle which the King cannot enter.

Old and new make the warp and woof of every moment. There is no thread that is not a twist of these two strands.

Man is endogenous, and education is his unfolding. The aid we have from others is mechanical, compared with the discoveries of nature in us. What is thus learned is delightful in the doing, and the effect remains.

Some men are born to own, and can animate all their possessions. Others cannot: their owning is not graceful; seems to be a compromise of their character: they seem to steal their own dividends.

Pure by impure is not seen.

[D]ivine Providence... keeps the universe open in every direction to the soul.

To fill the hour──that is happiness.