The way to write is to throw your body at the mark when your arrows are spent.

A man must thank his defects, and stand in some terror of his talents. A transcendent talent draws so largely on his forces as tolame him; a defect pays him revenues on the other side.

The beautiful laws of time and space, once dislocated by our inaptitude, are holes and dens. If the hive be disturbed by rash and stupid hands, instead of honey, it will yield us bees.

They who talk much of destiny, their birth-star, etc., are in a lower dangerous plane, and invite the evils they fear.

The Oversoul is before Time, and Time, Father of all else, is one of his children.

Circumstance does not make the man. Circumstance reveals man to himself.

God will have life to be real; we will be damned, but it shall be theatrical.