The Soul rules over matter. Matter may pass away like a mote in the sunbeam, may be absorbed into the immensity of God, as a mistis absorbed into the heat of the Sun--but the soul is the kingdom of God, the abode of love, of truth, of virtue.
For the resolute and determined, there is time and opportunity.
Life is an ecstasy. Life is sweet as nitrous oxide.
When all shoot at one mark, the gods join in the combat.
Solitude, the safeguard of mediocrity, is to genius the stern friend
There is no chance and anarchy in the universe. All is system and gradation. Every god is there sitting in his sphere.