Tis weak and vicious people who cast the blame on Fate. The right use of Fate is to bring up our conduct to the loftiness of nature.

If the stars should appear but one night every thousand years how man would marvel and stare.

Manners make the fortune of the ambitious youth.

Things admit of being used as symbols, because nature is a symbol, in the whole, and in every part.

What is the imagination? Only an arm or weapon of the interior energy; only the precursor of the reason.

Our reliance on the physician is a kind of despair of ourselves.

The glance is natural magic. The mysterious communication established across a house between two entire strangers, moves all the springs of wonder. The communication by the glance is in the greatest part not subject to the control of the will. It is the bodily symbol of identity with nature. We look into the eyes to know if this other form is another self, and the eyes will not lie, but make a faithful confession what inhabitant is there.