Every spirit makes its house, and we can give a shrewd guess from the house to the inhabitant.
Character is an invincible force, which acts by presence and without means
A man must consider what a blindman's-buff is this game of conformity.
If the gatherer gathers too-much, Nature takes out of the man what she puts into his chest; swells the estate, but kills the owner. Nature hates, monopolies and exceptions.
Genius always finds itself a century too early.
Why need I volumes, if one word suffice?