Every great man is unique.
Our health is our sound relation to external objects; our sympathy with external being.
Solitude, the safeguard of mediocrity, is to genius the stern friend
It seems as if the day was not wholly profane in which we have given heed to some natural object.
Cities degrade us by magnifying trifles.
Each particle is a microcosm, and faithfully renders the likeness of the world.