Thou art to me a delicious torment.

We do not yet trust the unknown powers of thought. Whence came all these tools, inventions, book laws, parties, kingdoms? Out of the invisible world, through a few brains. The arts and institutions of men are created out of thought. The powers that make the capitalist are metaphysical, the force of method and force of will makes trade, and builds towns.

There is a certain satisfaction in coming down to the lowest ground of politics, for we get rid of cant and hypocrisy.

There is no event greater in life than the appearance of new persons about our hearth, except it be the progress of the characterwhich draws them.

No performance is worth loss of geniality. 'Tis a cruel price we pay for certain fancy goods called fine arts and philosophy.

When the act of reflection takes place in the mind, when we look at ourselves in the light of thought, we discover that our life is embosomed in beauty.

Truth is always present; it only needs to lift the iron lids of the mind's eye to read its oracles.