I have heard that death takes us away from ill things, not from good. I have heard that when we pronounce the name of man we pronounce the belief of immortality.

Science finds it methods.

The secret of the illusoriness is in the necessity of a succession of moods or objects. Gladly we would anchor, but the anchorageis quicksand.

A beautiful woman is a practical poet, taming her savage mate, planting tenderness, hope and eloquence in all whom she approaches.

Nature tells every secret once.

Nature suffers nothing to remain in her kingdom which cannot help itself.

Do not speak of God much. After a very little conversation on the highest nature, thought deserts us and we run into formalism.