War disorganizes, but it is to reorganize.

If you visit your friend, why need you apologize for not having visited him, and waste his time and deface your own act? Visit him now.

Drive out Nature with a fork, she comes running back.

The soul is no traveller; the wise man stays at home, and when his necessities, his duties, on any occasion call him from his house, or into foreign lands, he is at home still, and shall make men sensible by the expression of his countenance, that he goes the missionary of wisdom and virtue, and visits cities and men like a sovereign, and not like an interloper or a valet.

I do then with my friends as I do with my books. I would have them where I can find them, but I seldom use them.

The unique impression of Jesus upon mankind - whose name is not so much written as ploughed into the history of the world - is proof of the subtle virtue of this infusion. Jesus belonged to the race of prophets. He saw with open eyes the mystery of the soul. One man was true to what is in you and me. He, as I think, is the only soul in history who has appreciated the worth of man.

Every man is a consumer, and ought to be a producer. He is by constitution expensive, and needs to be rich.