Every friend whom not thy fantastic will but the great and tender heart in thee craveth, shall lock thee in his embrace. And this because the heart in thee is the heart of all; not a valve, not a wall, not an intersection is there anywhere in nature, but one blood rolls uninterruptedly in endless circulation through all men, as the water of the globe is all one sea, and, truly seen, its tide is one.

The glance is natural magic. The mysterious communication established across a house between two entire strangers, moves all the springs of wonder.

A just thinker will allow full swing to his scepticism. I dip my pen in the blackest ink, because I am not afraid of falling into my inkpot.... We are of different opinions at different hours, but we always may be said to be at heart on the side of truth.

Children are all foreigners.

We thirst for approbation, yet cannot forgive the approver.

We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the heart too big for the body.

Books are the best of things, well used; abused, among the worst...They are for nothing but to inspire.