Concentration is the secret of srength.

Fear is an instructor of great sagacity, and the herald of all revolutions.

Echo waits with art and care And will the faults of song repair.

The eloquent man is he who is no beautiful speaker, but who is inwardly and desperately drunk with a certain belief.

It is only when mind and character slumber that the dress can be seen. If the intellect were always awake, and every noble sentiment, the man might go in huckaback or mats, and his dress would be admired and imitated.

In all things I would have the island of a man inviolate. Let us sit apart as the gods, talking from peak to peak all round Olympus. No degree of affection need invade this religion.

Do what you know and perception is converted into character.