For, the sense of being which in calm hours rises, we know not how, in the soul, is not diverse from things, from space, from light, from time, from man, but one with them, and proceeds obviously from the same source whence their life and being also proceed. We first share the life by which things exist, and afterwards see them as appearances in nature, and forget that we have shared their cause. Here is the fountain of action and of thought.

God hides things by putting them near us.

By necessity, by proclivity, and by delight, we all quote. In fact, it is as difficult to appropriate the thoughts of others as it is to invent.

My life is not an apology, but a life.

As we are, so we do; and as we do, so is it done to us; we are the builders of our fortunes.

A friend is the hope of the heart.

Great men exist that there might be greater men.