The last change in our point of view gives the whole world a pictorial air.
The universal does not attract us until housed in an individual.
The book of nature is the book of fate. She turns the gigantic pages, leaf after leaf never returning one.
We prize books, and they prize them most who are themselves wise.
A strenuous soul hates cheap success. It is the ardor of the assailant that makes the vigor of the defendant.
The men who come on the stage at one period are all found to be related to each other. Certain ideas are in the air.