We are imprisoned in life in the company of persons powerfully unlike us.

A friend is Janus-faced: he looks to the past and the future. He is the child of all my foregoing hours, the prophet of those to come, and the harbinger of a greater friend.

Every young man is prone to be misled by the suggestions of his own ill-founded ambition which he mistakes for the promptings of asecret genius, and thence dreams of unrivaled greatness.

The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence. Nature never wears a mean appearance.

Truth, and goodness, and beauty, are but different faces of the same All

Our reliance on the physician is a kind of despair of ourselves.

She shows us only surfaces, but she is million-fathoms deep.