There comes a time in each man's education in which he comes to the conclusion that envy is ignorance, imitation is suicide, and society in in conspiracy against each one of its members.

In good writing, words become one with things.

Works of the intellect are great only by comparison with each other.

Yet time and space are but inverse measures of the force of the soul. The spirit sports with time.

But I shall hear without pain, that I play the courtier very ill, and talk of that which I do not well understand.

I see that sensible men and conscientious men all over the world were of one religion of well-doing and daring.

My friends have come to me unsought. The great God gave them to me. By oldest right, by the divine affinity of virtue with itself,I find them, or rather not I, but the Deity in me and in them derides and cancels the thick walls of the individual character, relation, age, sex, circumstance, at which he usually connives, and now makes many one.