Build, therefore, your own world. As fast as you conform your life to the pure idea in your mind, that will unfold it's great proportions.

We pass for what we are.

A child reminds us that playtime is an essential part of our daily routine.

But I shall hear without pain, that I play the courtier very ill, and talk of that which I do not well understand.

Jesus and Shakespeare are fragments of the soul, and by love I conquer and incorporate them in my own conscious domain. His virtue,--is not that mine? His wit,--if it cannot be made mine, it is not wit.

For, rightly, every man is a channel through which heaven floweth, and, whilst I fancied I was criticising him, I was censuring orrather terminating my own soul.

If the tongue had not been framed for articulation, man would still be a beast in the forest.