The remedy for all blunders, the cure of blindness, the cure of crime, is love.

The whole value of history, of biography, is to increase my self-trust, by demonstrating what man can be and do.

Every time you wink the stars move.

There is this to be said in favor of drinking, that it takes the drunkard first out of society, then out of the world.

You have a place to live in this world which no other man can occupy; hence no competitors.

They who talk much of destiny, their birth-star, etc., are in a lower dangerous plane, and invite the evils they fear.

There are dull and bright, sacred and profane, coarse and fine egotists. It is a disease that, like influenza, falls on all constitutions. In the distemper known to physicians as chorea, the patient sometimes turns round, and continues to spin slowly in one spot. Is egotism a metaphysical varioloid of this malady?