The preamble of thought, the transition through which it passes from the unconscious to the conscious, is action. Only so much do I know, as I have lived. Instantly we know whose words are loaded with life, and whose not.

There is one topic peremptorily forbidden to all well-bred, to all rational mortals, namely, their distempers.

We thirst for approbation, yet cannot forgive the approver.

But in every constitution some large degree of animal vigor is necessary as material foundation for the higher qualities of the art.

Whoever fights, whoever falls, Justice conquers evermore

The maker of a sentence launches out into the infinite.

The hearing ear is always found close to the speaking tongue.