The secret of success lies never in the amount of money, but in the relation of income to outgo.

The city is recruited from the country.

Language is a city to the building of which every human being brought a stone.

Things bring their own philosophy with them, that is, prudence.

With each divine impulse the mind rends the thin rinds of the visible and finite, and comes out into eternity, and inspires and expires its air. It converses with truths that have always been spoken in the world, and becomes conscious of a closer sympathy with Zeno and Arrian, than with persons in the house.

Only that mind draws me which I cannot read.

When It's Darkest, Men See the Stars.