Reality is a sliding door.

To this military attitude of the soul we give the name of Heroism... It is a self-trust which slights the restraints of prudence, in the plenitude of its energy and power to repair the harms it may suffer. The hero is a mind of such balance that no disturbances can shake his will.

Do you love me? Means at last do you see the same truth I see? If you do, we are happy together; but when presently one of us passes into the perception of a new truth, we are divorced and the force of all nature cannot hold us to each other.

Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you crack a nut.

Before we acquire great power we must acquire wisdom to use it well.

I cannot go to the houses of my nearest relatives, because I do not wish to be alone. Society exists by chemical affinity, and not otherwise.

That which we do not believe, we cannot adequately say; even though we may repeat the words ever so often.