I have heard that whoever loves is in no condition old. I have heard that whenever the name of man is spoken, the doctrine of immortality is announced; it cleaves to his constitution. The mode of it baffles our wit, and no whisper comes to us from the other side. But the inference from the working of intellect, hiving knowledge, hiving skill,--at the end of life just ready to be born,--affirms the inspirations of affection and of the moral sentiment.

The difference between talent and genius is in the direction of the current: in genius, it is from within outward; in talent from without inward.

As many languages as he has, as many friends, as many arts and trades, so many times is he a man.

We boil at different degrees.

What is there of the divine in a load of brick? What ... in a barber shop? ... Much. All.

We seek our friend not sacredly, but with an adulterate passion which would appropriate him to ourselves.

When we are exalted by ideas, we do not owe this to Plato, but to the idea, to which also Plato was debtor.