Things bring their own philosophy with them, that is, prudence.

The love that you withhold is the pain that you carry.

That which shows God in me, fortifies me. That which shows God out of me, makes me a wart and a wen.

I hear therefore with joy whatever is beginning to be said of the dignity and necessity of labor to every citizen. There is virtue yet in the hoe and the spade, for learned as well as for unlearned hands. And labor is everywhere welcome; always we are invited to work; only be this limitation observed, that a man shall not for the sake of wider activity sacrifice any opinion to the popular judgments and modes of action.

Genius, even, as it is the greatest good, is he greatest harm.

Let us leave hurry to slaves.

To the men of this world, to the animal strength and spirits, to the men of practical power, whilst immersed in it, the man of ideas appears out of his reason. They alone gave reason.