I can reason down or deny everything, except this perpetual Belly: feed he must and will, and I cannot make him respectable.

Nor has science sufficient humanity, so long as the naturalist overlooks the wonderful congruity which subsists between man and the world; of which he is lord, not because he is the most subtile inhabitant, but because he is its head and heart, and finds something of himself in every great and small thing, in every mountain stratum, in every new law of color, fact of astronomy, or atmospheric influence which observation or analysis lay open.

The religions are obsolete when the reforms do not proceed from them.

How much of human life is lost in waiting.

Women, as most susceptible, are the best index of the coming hour.

We but half express ourselves, and are ashamed of that divine idea which each of us represents.

The torpid artist seeks inspiration at any cost, by virtue or by vice, by friend or by fiend, by prayer or by wine.