Every man in his lifetime needs to thank his faults.

Men are better than this theology.

As we are, so we do; and as we do, so is it done to us; we are the builders of our fortunes.

Great country, diminutive minds. America is formless, has no terrible and no beautiful condensation.

Converse with a mind that is grandly simple, and literature looks like word-catching.

Beauty without expression is boring.

There is the illusion of time, which is very deep; who has disposed of it? Mor come to the conviction that what seems the succession of thought is only the distribution of wholes into causal series.