Our health is our sound relation to external objects; our sympathy with external being.

How much more the seeker of abstract truth, who needs periods of isolation, and rapt concentration, and almost a going out of thebody to think!

A man must be in sympathy with society around him, or else, not wish to be in sympathy with it. If neither of these two, he must be wretched.

It is never too late to do right.

Whatever you do, you need courage. Whatever course you decide upon, there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong.

Conversation is an evanescent relation,--no more.

Give me health and a day, and I will make the pomp of emperors ridiculous.