Our statute is a currency which we stamp with our own portrait.

Ennui shortens life, and bereaves the day of its light.

As every pool reflects the image of the sun, so every thought and thing restores us an image and creature of the supreme Good. Theuniverse is perforated by a million channels for his activity. All things mount and mount.

Silence is a solvent that destroys personality, and gives us leave to be great and universal.

Thus inevitably does the universe wear our color, and every object fall successively into the subject itself. The subject exists, the subject enlarges; all things sooner or later fall into place. As I am, so I see; use what language we will, we can never say anything but what we are.

Give me wine to wash me clean of the weather-stains of cares

Philanthropies and charities have a certain air of quackery.