I take this evanescence and lubricity of all objects, which lets them slip through our fingers then when we clutch hardest, to be the most unhandsome part of our condition.

Conversation in society is found to be on a platform so low as to exclude science, the saint, and the poet.

The case wouldn't be overweight if you didn't have so many shoes. How many do you really need? This pair, for example, I swear you never even wore them.

What is life but the angle of vision? A man is measured by the angle at which he looks at objects. What is life but what a man is thinking of all day? This is his fate and his employer. Knowing is the measure of the man. By how much we know, so we are.

My own mind is the direct revelation which I have from God and far least liable to mistake in telling his will of any revelation.

We are such lovers of self-reliance, that we excuse in a man many sins, if he will show us a complete satisfaction in his position, which asks no leave to be, of mine, or any man's good opinion.

You have just dined, and however scrupulously the slaughterhouse is concealed in the graceful distance of miles, there is complicity.