The secret of ugliness consists not in irregularity, but in being uninteresting.

What is civilization? I answer, the power of good women.

Reality is a sliding door.

Money is of no value; it cannot spend itself. All depends on the skill of the spender.

We live in succession, in division, in parts and particles. Meantime, within man, is the soul of the whole; the wise silence; the universal beauty to which every part and particle is equally related; the eternal One.

Society everywhere is in conspiracy against the manhood of every one of its members. The virtue in most request is conformity. Self-reliance is its aversion. It loves not realities and creators, but names and customs.

The essence of friendship is entireness, a total magnanimity and trust. It must not surmise or provide for infirmity. It treats its object as a god, that it might deify both.