The two parties which divide the state, the party of Conservation and that of Innovation, are very old, and have disputed the possession of the world ever since it was made.

Many of the historical proverbs have a doubtful paternity.

Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events. Great men have always done so, and confided themselves childlike to the genius of their age, betraying their perception that the absolutely trustworthy was seated at their heart, working through their hands, predominating in all their being.

People destined to meet will do so, apparently by chance, at precisely the right moment.

Go where he will, the wise man is at home, His hearth the earth, his hall the azure dome.

I think it is the best of humanity that goes out to walk. In happy hours, I think all affairs may be wisely postponed for walking.

The revelation of thought takes men out of servitude into freedom.