Let a stoic open the resources of man, and tell men they are not leaning willows, but can and must detach themselves; that with the exercise of self-trust, new powers shall appear.

The end of the human race will be that it will eventually die of civilization.

Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree.

We all need someone who can help us do what we already can.

When a natural king becomes a titular king, every body is pleased and satisfied.

Our eyes are holden that we cannot see things that stare us in the face, until the hour arrives when the mind is ripened; then we behold them, and the time when we saw them not is like a dream.

Every person has his or her own vocation-talent is the call.