These times of ours are series and full of calamity, but all times are essentially alike. As soon as there is life there is danger.

All life is an experiment.

Who hears me, who understands me, becomes mine, a possession for all time.

A good intention clothes itself with sudden power. When a god wishes to ride, any chip or pebble will bud and shoot out winged feet, and serve him for a horse.

I--this thought which is called I--is the mould into which the world is poured like melted wax.

Every body we know surrounds himself with a fine house, fine books, conservatory, gardens, equipage, and all manner of toys, as screens to interpose between himself and his guest. Does it not seem as if man was of a very sly, elusive nature, and dreaded nothing so much as a full rencontre front to front with his fellow?

Do your thing, and I shall know you.