Cut these words and they would bleed; they are vascular and alive.

God never jests with us, and will not compromise the end of nature, by permitting any inconsequence in its procession.

He then learns that in going down into the secrets of his own mind, he has descended into the secrets of all minds.

What is it men love in Genius, but its infinite hope, which degrades all it has done? Genius counts all its miracles poor and short. Its own idea it never executed.

My life should be unique; it should be an alms, a battle, a conquest, a medicine.

Every particular in nature, a leaf, a drop, a crystal, a moment of time is related to the whole, and partakes of the perfection of the whole.

Only to youth will spring be spring.