There is more in every person's soul than we think.

Let the stoics say what they please, we do not eat for the good of living, but because the meat is savory and the appetite is keen.

It sometimes occurs that memory has a personality of its own and volunteers or refuses its information at its will, not at mine.

We talk of choosing our friends, but friends are self-elected.

Men of sense esteem wealth to be the assimilation of nature to themselves, the converting of the sap and juices of the planet to the incarnation and nutriment of their design.

Creative force, like a musical composer, goes on unweariedly repeating a simple air or theme, now high, now low, in solo, in chorus, ten thousand times reverberated, till it fills earth and heaven with the chant.

Shallow men believe in luck, believe in circumstances: it was somebody's name, or he happened to be there at right time, or it was so then, and another day it would have been otherwise. Strong men believe in cause and effect.