Philosophically considered, the universe is composed of Nature and the Soul.

Beware of what you want-for you will get it.

What is well done, I feel as if I did; what is ill-done, I reck not of.

I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from.

The Gods we worship write their names on our faces; be sure of that. And a man will worship something ... That which dominates will determine his life and character. Therefore it behooves us to be careful what we worship, for what we are worshipping we are becoming.

Nature is too thin a screen; the glory of the omnipresent God bursts through everywhere

Gross and obscure natures, however decorated, seem impure shambles; but character gives splendor to youth, and awe to wrinkled skin and gray hairs.