All mankind love a lover.

Words are alive. Cut them and they bleed.

A dilettantism in nature is barren and unworthy. A fop of fields is no better than his brother on Broadway.

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.

We lie in the lap of immense intelligence.

For the existing world is not a dream, and cannot with impunity be treated as a dream; neither is it a disease; but it is the ground on which you stand, it is the mother of whom you were born.

If, at any time, it comes into my head, that a present is due from me to somebody, I am puzzled what to give, until the opportunity is gone.