My gentleman gives the law where he is; he will outpray saints in chapel, outgeneral veterans in the field, and outshine all courtesy in the hall. He is good company for pirates, and good with academicians; so that it is useless to fortify yourself against him; he has the private entrance to all minds, and I could as easily exclude myself, as him.

There is no one who does not exaggerate. In conversation, men are encumbered with personality, and talk too much.

Looking at God instantly reduces our disposition to dissent from our brother.

The glance is natural magic. The mysterious communication established across a house between two entire strangers, moves all the springs of wonder. The communication by the glance is in the greatest part not subject to the control of the will. It is the bodily symbol of identity with nature. We look into the eyes to know if this other form is another self, and the eyes will not lie, but make a faithful confession what inhabitant is there.

Men talk as if victory were something fortunate. Work is victory.

We boil at different degrees.

Life is a perpetual instruction in cause and effect.