The the illuminated mind the whole world sparkles with light.

My tongue is prone to lose the way,Not so my pen, for in a letterWe have not better things to say,But surely put them better.

Our moods do not believe in each other.

There is nothing but is related to us, nothing that does not interest us,--kingdom, college, tree, horse, or iron show,--the rootsof all things are in man.

He that despiseth small things will perish by little and little.

Tis the good reader that makes the good book; a good head cannot read amiss: in every book he finds passages which seem confidences or asides hidden from all else and unmistakeably meant for his ear.

I find it more credible, since it is anterior information, that one man should know heaven, as the Chinese say, than that so many men should know the world.