He then learns that in going down into the secrets of his own mind, he has descended into the secrets of all minds.

A beautiful woman is a picture which drives all beholders nobly mad.

I have just been conversing with one man, to whom no weight of adverse experience will make it for a moment appear impossible that thousands of human beings might exercise towards each other the grandest and simplest sentiments, as well as a knot of friends, or a pair of lovers.

The city is always recruited from the country. The men in cities who are the centres of energy, the driving-wheels of trade, politics or practical arts, and the women of beauty and genius, are the children or grandchildren of farmers, and are spending the energies which their fathers' hardy, silent life accumulated in frosty furrows in poverty, necessity and darkness.

Alas for the unhappy man that is called to stand in the pulpit, and not give the bread of life.

The house praises the carpenter.

Curiosity is lying in wait for every secret.