Go face the fire at sea, or the cholera in your friend's house, or the burglar in your own, or what danger lies in the way of duty, knowing you are guarded by the cherubim of Destiny. If you believe in Fate to your harm, believe it, at least, for your good.

The young men were born with knives in their brain, a tendency to introversion, self-dissection, anatomizing of motives.

The secret is the answer to all that has been, all that is, and all that will ever be.

That which shows God in me, fortifies me. That which shows God out of me, makes me a wart and a wen.

Milton says, that the lyric poet may drink wine and live generously, but the epic poet, he who shall sing of the gods, and their descent unto men, must drink water out of a wooden bowl. For poetry is not "Devil's wine," but God's wine.

Ever the words of the gods resound; But the porches of man's ear seldom in this low life's round are unsealed, that he may hear.

The goof man, in dealing with his people, taxes them with luxury.