Nature has her own best mode of doing each thing, and she has somewhere told it plainly, if we will keep our eyes and ears open. If not, she will not be slow in undeceiving us, when we prefer our own way to hers.

Self-reliance is its aversion. It loves not realities and creators, but names and customs.

The religion of one age is the literary entertainment of the next.

Fear God, and where you go men shall think they walk in hallowed cathedrals.

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.

All is a riddle, and the key to a riddle...is another riddle.

Truth has already ceased to be itself if polemically said.