Every man is the inlet and may become the outlet of all there is in God.
In the last analysis, love is only the reflection of a man's own worthiness from other men.
The most dangerous thing is illusion.
Spurious prudence, making the senses final, is the god of sots and cowards, and is the subject of all comedy. It is nature's joke, and therefore literature's. True prudence limits this sensualism by admitting the knowledge of an internal and real world.
Everything in the universe goes by indirection. There are no straight lines.
An action is the perfection and publication of thought. A right action seems to fill the eye, and to be related to all nature.