Colleges hate geniuses, just as convents hate saints.
As men's prayers are a disease of the will, so are their creeds a disease of the intellect.
The hero is a mind of such balance that no disturbances can shake his will, but pleasantly, and, as it were, merrily, he advancesto his own music, alike in frightful alarms and in the tipsy mirth of universal dissoluteness.
America is another name for opportunity.
It is a tie between men to have read the same book.
Of immortality, the soul, when well employed, is incurious. It is so well, that it is sure that it will be well. It asks no questions of the Supreme Power.