I think I have done well, if I have acquired a new word from a good author; and my business with him is to find my own, though itwere only to melt him down into an epithet or an image for daily use.

Life has no memory. That which proceeds in succession might be remembered, but that which is coexistent, or ejaculated from a deeper cause, as yet far from being conscious, knows not its own tendency.

Tis curious that we only believe as deeply as we live.

The world belongs to the energetic.

Power educates the potentate.

In the last analysis, love is only the reflection of a man's own worthiness from other men.

The key to every man is his thought.