Everything in our world, even a drop of dew, is a microcosm of the universe.
The domestic man, who loves no music so well as his kitchen clock, and the airs which the logs sing to him as they burn on the hearth, has solaces which others never dream of.
Nature is no spendthrift, but takes the shortest way to her ends.
The advantage of riches remains with him who procured them, not with the heir.
The soul is the perceiver and the revealer of truth.
Nothing great ever happened without enthusiasm.