Fate is nothing but the deeds committed in a prior state of existence.
The primary wisdom is intuition.
Nature is upheld by antagonism.
Art is a jealous mistress; and if a man have a genius for painting, poetry, music, architecture or philosophy, he makes a bad husband and an ill provider.
God is our name for the last generalization to which we can arrive.
When the act of reflection takes place in the mind, when we look at ourselves in the light of thought, we discover that our life is embosomed in beauty.