We early arrive at the great discovery that there is one mind common to all individual men: that what is individual is less than what is universalthat error, vice and disease have their seat in the superficial or individual nature.

The surest poison is time.

There is no history; only biography.

A gentleman makes no noise; a lady is serene.

We walk alone in the world.

We are imprisoned in life in the company of persons powerfully unlike us.

A man is the facade of a temple wherein all wisdom and all good abide.