Democracy becomes a government of bullies tempered by editors.

Every man supposes himself not to be fully understood; and if there is any truth in him, if he rests at last on the divine soul, I see not how it can be otherwise. The last chamber, the last closet, he must feel, was never opened; there is always a residuum unknown, unanalyzable. That is, every man believes that he has a greater possibility.

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.

The dice of God are always loaded.

The religion that is afraid of science dishonors God and commits suicide.

The believing we do something when we do nothing is the first illusion of tobacco.

A man should carry nature in his head.