If I have renounced the search of truth, if I have come into the port of some pretending dogmatism, some new church, some Schelling or Cousin, I have died to all use of these new events that are born out of prolific time into multitude of life every hour. I am as bankrupt to whom brilliant opportunities offer in vain. He has just foreclosed his freedom, tied his hands, locked himself up and given the key to another to keep.

Some thoughts always find us young, and keep us so. Such a thought is the love of the universal and eternal beauty.

You must pay for conformity. All goes well as long as you run with conformists. But you, who are honest men in other particulars, know that there is alive somewhere a man whose honesty reaches to this point also, that he shall not kneel to false gods, and, on the day when you meet him, you sink into the class of counterfeits.

This body, full of faults, Has yet one great quality: Whatever it encounters in this temporal life depends upon one's actions.

New York is a sucked orange.

Nature hates monopolies and exceptions.

The surest poison is time.