It sometimes occurs that memory has a personality of its own and volunteers or refuses its information at its will, not at mine.

Genius has no taste for weaving sand.

People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character.

But every jet of chaos which threatens to exterminate us is convertible by intellect into wholesome force. Fate is unpenetrated causes.

Who shall set a limit to the influence of a human being?

There is in nature a parallel unity which corresponds to the unity in the mind and makes it available. This methodizing mind meets no resistance in its attempts. The scattered blocks, with which it strives to form a symmetrical structure, fit. This design following after finds with joy that like design went before. Not only man puts things in a row, but things belong in a row.

Good bye, proud world! I'm going home; Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine