Science is nothing but the finding of analogy, identity, in the most remote parts.

When I behold a rich landscape, it is less to my purpose to recite correctly the order and superposition of the strata, than to know why all thought of multitude is lost in a tranquil sense of unity.

He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare, while he who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.

There are moods in which we court suffering, in the hope that here, at least, we shall find reality, sharp peaks and edges of truth. But it turns out to be scene-painting and counterfeit. The only thing grief has taught me is to know how shallow it is.

Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, Faith looks up

Great conversation ... requires an absolute running of two souls into one.

Every roof is agreeable to the eye, until it is lifted; then we find tragedy and moaning women, and hard-eyed husbands.