Illusion, Temperament, Succession, Surface, Surprise, Reality, Subjectiveness,--these are the threads on the loom of time, these are the lords of life.

The hero is suffered to be himself.

A believer, a mind whose faith is consciousness, is never disturbed because other persons do not yet see the fact which he sees.

The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed, there is no winter and no night; all tragedies, all ennui s, vanish, all duties even.

When the Master of the universe has points to carry in his government he impresses his will in the structure of minds.

My hours are peaceful centuries.

The foundation of culture, as of character, is at last the moral sentiment.