Every man passes his life in the search after friendship.

He that writes to himself writes to an eternal public. That statement only is fit to be made public, which you have come at in attempting to satisfy your own curiosity.

Inaction is cowardice, but there can be no scholar without the heroic mind.

He is only rich who owns the day. There is no king, rich man, fairy, or demon who possesses such power as that.

He then learns that in going down into the secrets of his own mind, he has descended into the secrets of all minds.

God never jests with us, and will not compromise the end of nature, by permitting any inconsequence in its procession.

If we encounter a man of rare intellect, we should ask him what books he reads.