This one fact the world hates; that the soul becomes; for that forever degrades the past, turns all riches to poverty, all reputation to a shame, confounds the saint with the rogue, shoves Jesus and Judas equally aside.

Proverbs, like the sacred books of each nation, are the sanctuary of the intuitions. That which the droning world, chained to appearances, will not allow the realist to say in his own words, it will suffer him to say in proverbs without contradiction.

Truth is the summit of being; justice is the application of it to affairs.

The virtue of art lies in detachment, in sequestering one object from the embarrassing variety. Until one thing comes out from theconnection of things, there can be enjoyment, contemplation, but no thought.

We love it because it is self dependent, self derived, and therefore of an old immaculate pedigree, even if shown in a young person.

Things have their laws as well as men, and things refuse to be trifled with.

All the mistakes I make arise from forsaking my own station and trying to see the object from another person's point of view.