The populace drags down the gods to their own level.

there is no planet, sun, or star could hold you if you but knew what you are.

The genius of life is friendly to the noble, and, in the dark, brings them friends from far.

The mark of the man of the world is absence of pretension. He does not make a speech; he takes a low business-tone, avoids all brag, is nobody, dresses plainly, promises not at all, performs much, speaks in monosyllables, hugs his fact.

The action of the soul is oftener in that which is felt and left unsaid than in that which is said in any conversation. It broods over every society, and men unconsciously seek for it in each other.

Nature is a tropical swamp in sunshine, on whose purlieus we hear the song of summer birds, and see prismatic dewdrops, - but her interiors are terrific, full of hydras and crocodiles.

A man's fortunes are the fruit of his character. A man's friends are his magnetisms.