Every great man is unique.

Our faith comes in moments; our vice is habitual.

He who does a good deed is instantly ennobled. He who does a mean deed is by the action itself contracted.

The Americans have many virtues, but they have not Faith and Hope. I know no two words whose meaning is more lost sight of.

In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows.

The other terror that scares us from self-trust is our consistency; a reverence for our past act or word, because the eyes of others have no other data for computing our orbit than our past acts, and we are loath to disappoint them.

Philosophically considered, the universe is composed of Nature and the Soul.