It is dainty to be sick if you have leisure and convenience for it.

Time is indeed the theater and seat of illusions; nothing is so ductile and elastic. The mind stretches an hour to a century, and dwarfs an age to an hour.

There is never a beginning, there is never an end, to the inexplicable continuity of this web of God, but always circular power returning into itself.

The soul contains the event that shall befall it, for the event is only the actualization of its thoughts; and what we pray to ourselves for is always granted.

Truth is always present; it only needs to lift the iron lids of the mind's eye to read its oracles.

I admire answers to which no answers can be made.

The sun shines and warms and lights us and we have no curiosity to know why this is so; but we ask the reason of all evil, of pain, and hunger, and mosquitoes and silly people.