Why should you renounce your right to traverse the star-lit deserts of truth, of the premature comforts of an acre, house, and barn? Truth also has its roof, and bed, and board.

Only that mind draws me which I cannot read.

The imaginative faculty of the soul must be fed with objects immense and eternal.

If we shall take the good we find, asking no questions, we shall have heaping measures.

If the stars should appear but one night every thousand years how man would marvel and stare.

We fetch fire and water, run about all day among the shops and markets, and get our clothes and shoes made and mended, and are thevictims of these details, and once in a fortnight we arrive perhaps at a rational moment.

No man can help another without helping himself.