Beauty is the virtue of the body as virtue is the beauty of the soul

I have no hostility to nature, but a child's love to it. I expand and live in the warm day like corn and melons.

Thus inevitably does the universe wear our color, and every object fall successively into the subject itself. The subject exists, the subject enlarges; all things sooner or later fall into place. As I am, so I see; use what language we will, we can never say anything but what we are.

Outside among your fellows, among strangers, you must preserve appearances, a hundred things you cannot do; but inside, the terrible freedom.

What forests of laurel we bring, and the tears of mankind, to those who stood firm against the opinion of their contemporaries!

It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.

It is a mischievous notion that we are come late into nature; that the world was finished a long time ago. As the world was plastic and fluid in the hands of God, so it is ever to so much of his attributes as we bring to it. To ignorance and sin, it is flint. They adapt to themselves to it as they may; but in proportion as a man has anything in him divine, the firmament flows before him and takes his signet and form.