Every man is an infinitely repelling orb, and holds his individual being on that condition.

We do what we must, and call it by the best names.

Let us, if we must have great actions, make our own so. All action is of infinite elasticity, and the least admits of being inflated with celestial air, until it eclipses the sun and moon.

A mind does not receive truth as a chest receives jewels that are put into it, but as the stomach takes up food into the system. It is no longer food, but flesh, and is assimilated. The appetite and the power of digestion measure our right to knowledge. He has it who can use it. As soon as our accumulation overruns our invention or power to use, the evils of intellectual gluttony begin,— congestion of the brain, apoplexy and strangulation.

No orator can top the one who can give good nicknames.

Let us take our bloated nothingness out of the path of the divine circuits.

When the night is darkest, the stars come out.