Men have sometimes exchanged names with their friends, as if they would signify that in their friend each loved his own soul.

It is easy to see that what is best written or done by genius in the world, was no man's work but came by wide social labor, whena thousand wrought like one, sharing the same impulse.

Men succeed when they realize that their failures are the preparation for their victories.

Moral qualities rule the world, but at short distances the senses are despotic.

What is the city in which we sit here, but an aggregate of incongruous materials, which have obeyed the will of some man?

Converse with a mind that is grandly simple, and literature looks like word-catching. The simplest utterances are worthiest to bewritten, yet are they so cheap, and so things of course, that, in the infinite riches of the soul, it is like gathering a few pebbles off the ground, or bottling a little air in a phial, when the whole earth and the whole atmosphere are ours.

Nor knowest thou what argument Thy life to thy neighbor's creed has lent. All are needed by each one; Nothing is fair or good alone.