Self-reliance is its aversion. It loves not realities and creators, but names and customs.

Nobody trips over mountains. It is the small pebble that causes you to stumble. Pass all the pebbles in your path and you will find you have crossed the mountain. The mind does not create what it perceives, anymore than the eye creates the rose.

If we live truly, we shall see truly.

It is a tie between men to have read the same book.

Fashion which affects to be honor, is often, in all men's experience, only a ballroom-code.

There is always room for a person of force and they make room for many.

We do not quite forgive a giver. The hand that feeds us is in some danger of being bitten. We can receive anything from love, forthat is a way of receiving it from ourselves; but not from any one who assumes to bestow. We sometimes hate the meat which we eat, because there seems something of degrading dependence in living it.