Money is the representative of a certain quantity of corn or other commodity. It is so much warmth, so much bread.

Love should make joy; but our benevolence is unhappy. Our Sunday-schools, and churches, and pauper-societies are yokes to the neck. We pain ourselves to please nobody.

A man comes to measure his greatness by the regrets, envies and hatreds of his competitors.

Sleep takes off the costume of circumstance, arms us with terrible freedom, so that every will rushes to a deed.

As many languages as he has, as many friends, as many arts and trades, so many times is he a man.

The artists must be sacrificed to their art. Like the bees, they must put their lives into the sting they give.

Great believers are always reckoned infidels, impracticable, fantastic, atheistic, and really men of no account. The spiritualist finds himself driven to express his faith by a series of skepticisms.