A man in a cave or in a camp, a nomad, will die with no more estate than the wolf or the horse leaves.

He who loves goodness harbors angels, reveres reverence, and lives with God.

People wish to be settled; only as far as they are unsettled is there any hope for them.

Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion. Life is like a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue. . . .

A new person is to me a great event, and hinders me from sleep. I have often had fine fancies about persons which have given me delicious hours; but the joy ends in the day; it yields no fruit.

The student is to read history actively and not passively.

Words are finite expressions of the infinite mind.