The best effort of a fine person is felt after we have left their presence.

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

It is not the irregular hours or irregular diet that makes the romantic life.

We want but two or three friends, but these we cannot do without, and they serve us in every thought we think.

The dice of God are always loaded.

Only an inventor knows how to borrow, and every man is or should be an inventor.

We are the prisoners of ideas. They catch us up for moments into their heaven, and so fully engage us, that we take no thought forthe morrow, gaze like children, without an effort to make them our own.