A man is reputed to have thought and eloquence; he cannot, for all that, say a word to his cousin or his uncle. They accuse his silence with as much reason as they would blame the insignificance of a dial in the shade. In the sun it will mark the hour. Among those who enjoy his thought, he will regain his tongue.

Let it suffice that in the light of these two facts, namely, that the mind is One, and that nature is its correlative, history isto be read and written.

How often we must remember the art of the surgeon, which, in replacing the broken bone, contents itself with releasing the parts from false position; they fly into place by the action of the muscles. On this art of nature all our arts rely.

Beauty is the mark God sets upon virtue.

If you put a chain around the neck of a slave, the other end fastens itself around your own.

Sleep takes off the costume of circumstance, arms us with terrible freedom, so that every will rushes to a deed.

Ten percent of people can think, another ten percent of people think that they think, and eighty percent of people would rather die than be made to think.