Things are in the saddle. And ride mankind.
We are ashamed of our thoughts and often see them brought forth by others.
I like people who like Plato.
I cannot forgive a scholar his homeless despondency.
We put our love where we have put our labor.
I cannot often enough say, that a man is only a relative and representative nature. Each is a hint of the truth, but far enough from being that truth, which yet he quite newly and inevitably suggests to us. If I seek it in him, I shall not find it.