Build a better mousetrap and the world will beat a path to your door.

That which shows God in me, fortifies me. That which shows God out of me, makes me a wart and a wen.

Line in Nature is not found; Unit and Universe are round.

A man builds a fine house; and now he has a master, and a task for life.

Every man supposes himself not to be fully understood; and if there is any truth in him, if he rests at last on the divine soul, I see not how it can be otherwise. The last chamber, the last closet, he must feel, was never opened; there is always a residuum unknown, unanalyzable. That is, every man believes that he has a greater possibility.

Conversation is a game of circles.

Is not marriage an open question, when it is alleged, from the beginning of the world, that such as are in the institution wish to get out, and such as are out wish to get in?