Who hears me, who understands me, becomes mine, a possession for all time.

The truth, the hope of any time, must always be sought in minorities.

Spoons and skimmers you can be undistinguishably together; but vases and statues require each a pedestal for itself.

For what avail the plough or sail, or land or life, if freedom fail?

Nature is a rag-merchant, who works up every shred and ort and end into new creations; like a good chemist, whom I found, the other day, in his laboratory, converting his old shirts into pure white sugar.

The beautiful laws of time and space, once dislocated by our inaptitude, are holes and dens. If the hive be disturbed by rash and stupid hands, instead of honey, it will yield us bees.

The intellect,-that is miraculous! Who has it, has the talisman: his skin and bones, though they were of the color of night, are transparent, and the everlasting stars shine through, with attractive beams.