Meek young men grow up in colleges and believe it is their duty to accept the views which books have given, and grow up slaves.

More than the diamond Koh-i-noor, which glitters among their crown jewels, they prize the dull pebble which is wiser than a man, whose poles turn themselves to the poles of the world, and whose axis is parallel to the axis of the world. Now, their toys are steam and galvanism.

Every ship is a romantic object, except that we sail in.

A woman should always challenge our respect, and never move our compassion.

What we call results are beginnings.

An eye can threaten like a loaded and levelled gun, or it can insult like hissing or kicking; or, in its altered mood, by beams of kindness, it can make the heart dance for joy. ... One of the most wonderful things in nature is a glance of the eye; it transcends speech; it is the bodily symbol of identity.

We denote this primary wisdom as Intuition, whilst all later teachings are tuitions.