Rings and other jewels are not gifts, but apologies for gifts. The only gift is a portion of thyself.

We fetch fire and water, run about all day among the shops and markets, and get our clothes and shoes made and mended, and are thevictims of these details, and once in a fortnight we arrive perhaps at a rational moment.

There the great Planter plants Of fruitful worlds the grain, And with a million spells enchants The souls that walk in pain.

The growth of the intellect is spontaneous in every expansion. The mind that grows could not predict the times, the means, the mode of that spontaneity. God enters by a private door into every individual.

In certain men digestion and sex absorb the vital force, and the stronger these are, the individual is so much weaker. The more ofthese drones perish, the better for the hive.

Every great man is a unique. The Scipionism of Scipio is precisely that part he could not borrow.

I please myself with the graces of the winter scenery, and believe that we are as much touched by it as by the genial influences of summer.