Nature has made up her mind that what cannot defend itself shall not be defended.

Tis the good reader that makes the good book; in every book he finds passages which seem confidences or asides hidden from all else and unmistakenly meant for his ear; the profit of books is according to the sensibility of the reader; the profoundest thought or passion sleeps as in a mine, until it is discovered by an equal mind and heart.

But we need not fear that we can lose any thing by the progress of the soul. The soul may be trusted to the end.

The ornaments of our homes are the friends that visit it

No one can cheat you out of ultimate success but yourself.

Genius has no taste for weaving sand.

Solitude, the safeguard of mediocrity, is to genius the stern friend