The imagination and the senses cannot be gratified at the same time.
The man who renounces himself, comes to himself.
Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind.
Our expense is almost all for conformity. It is for cake that we run in debt; 'tis not the intellect, not the heart, not beauty, not worship, that costs so much.
My life should be unique; it should be an alms, a battle, a conquest, a medicine.
I am constrained every moment to acknowledge a higher origin for events than the will I call mine.