Nature is not slow to equip us in the prison-uniform of the party to which we adhere.

Nature never sends a great man into the planet, without confiding the secret to another soul.

Pride is handsome, economical; pride eradicates so many vices, letting none subsist but itself, that it seems as if it were a great gain to exchange vanity for pride.

Genius seems to consistent merely in trueness of sight.

A system-grinder hates the truth.

Respect the child. Be not too much his parent. Trespass not on his solitude.

Every individual nature has its own beauty. One is struck in every company, at every fireside, with the riches of nature, when he hears so many new tones, all musical, sees in each person original manners, which have a proper and peculiar charm, and reads new expressions of face. He perceives that nature has laid for each the foundations of a divine building, if the soul will build thereon.