Make your own Bible. Select and collect all the words and sentences that in all your readings have been to you like the blast of a trumpet.

The efforts which we make to escape from our destiny only serve to lead us into it.

I hate the giving of the hand unless the whole man accompanies it.

Away with this hurrah of masses, and let us have the considerate vote of single men.

Life itself is ... a sleep within a sleep.

It is only when mind and character slumber that the dress can be seen. If the intellect were always awake, and every noble sentiment, the man might go in huckaback or mats, and his dress would be admired and imitated.

Works of the intellect are great only by comparison with each other.