The element running through entire nature, which we popularly call Fate, is known to us as limitation. Whatever limits us, we callFate.

Time dissipates to shining ether the solid angularity of facts.

Human character evermore publishes itself. The most fugitive deed and word, the intimated purpose, express character.

A great man will find a great subject, or which is the same thing, make any subject great.

There will always be in society certain persons who are mercuries of its approbation, and whose glance will at any time determinefor the curious their standing in the world. These are the chamberlains of the lesser gods. Accept their coldness as an omen of grace with the loftier deities, and allow them all their privilege.

Who does not sometimes envy the good and the brave, who are no more to suffer from the tumults of the natural world, and await with curious complacency the speedy term of his own conversation with finite nature?

To be great is to be misunderstood.