Play out the game, act well your part, and if the gods have blundered, we will not.

If the tongue had not been framed for articulation, man would still be a beast in the forest.

All things are moral. That soul, which within us is a sentiment, outside of us is a law. We feel its inspiration; out there in history we can see its fatal strength.

If we will not interfere with our thought, but will act entirely, or see how the thing stands in God, we know the particular thing, and every thing, and every man.

All my best thoughts were stolen by the ancients.

Man is the dwarf of himself.

For it is only the finite that has wrought and suffered; the infinite lies stretched in smiling repose.