The multitude of the sick shall not make us deny the existence of health.

Life itself is ... a sleep within a sleep.

Do not you see that every misfortune is misconduct; that every honour is desert; that every effort is an insolence of your own?...You carry your fortune in your own hand.

Do not speak of God much. After a very little conversation on the highest nature, thought deserts us and we run into formalism.

Hitch your wagon to a star.

The cure for false theology is motherwit. Forget your books and traditions, and obey your moral perceptions at this hour.

Of course, money will do after its kind, and will steadily work to unspiritualize and unchurch the people to whom it was bequeathed.