The essence of age is intellect. Wherever that appears, we call it old.

After you have pumped your brains for thoughts and verses, there is a better poetry hinted in whistling a tune on your walk.

The unsaid part is the best of every discourse.

Man is the dwarf of himself.

The resources of the scholar are proportioned to his confidence in the attributes of the intellect.

For all symbols are fluxional; all language is vehicular and transitive, and is good, as ferries and horses are, for conveyance, not as farms and houses are, for homestead.

The saint and poet seek privacy to ends the most public and universal: and it is the secret of culture, to interest the man more in his public, than in his private quality.