The walls of rude minds are scrawled all over with facts, with thoughts. They shall one day bring a lantern and read the inscriptions.

It seems to be a rule of wisdom never to rely on memory alone.

I see it only that thyself is here, and art and nature, hope and fate, friends, angels and the supreme being shall not be absent from the chamber where thou sittest.

Nature never wears a mean appearance. Neither does the wisest man extort her secret, and lose his curiosity by finding out all her perfection.

The compensations of calamity are made apparent to the understanding also, after long intervals of time.

Moral qualities rule the world, but at short distances the senses are despotic.

No man has a right perception of any truth, who has not been reacted on by it, so as to be ready to be its martyr.