Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events. Great men have always done so, and confided themselves childlike to the genius of their age, betraying their perception that the absolutely trustworthy was seated at their heart, working through their hands, predominating in all their being.

The eye is easily frightened.

A walk in the woods is only an exalted dream.

He is a good man who can receive a gift well.

Youth is everywhere in place.

Fate, then, is a name for facts not yet passed under the fire of thought; for causes which are unpenetrated.

Some men, at the approach of a dispute, neigh like horses.