Trust your instinct to the end, though you can render no reason.

Jesus and Shakespeare are fragments of the soul, and by love I conquer and incorporate them in my own conscious domain. His virtue,--is not that mine? His wit,--if it cannot be made mine, it is not wit.

Our chief want is someone who will inspire us to be what we know we could be.

Wherever a man comes, there comes revolution. The old is for slaves.

The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence. Nature never wears a mean appearance.

If the single man plant himself indomitably on his instincts, and there abide, the huge world will come round to him.

Eyes...They speak all languages.