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.

Men seek to be great; they would have offices, wealth, power, and fame. They think that to be great is to possess one side of nature,--the sweet, without the other side,--the bitter.

The world is plentiful with honey, but only the humble bee can collect it.

Our prejudices are our robbers, they rob us valuable things in life. People only see what they are prepared to see.

The finest people marry the two sexes in their own person.

We prize books, and they prize them most who are themselves wise.

New York is a sucked orange. All conversation is at an end, when we have discharged ourselves of a dozen personalities, domestic or imported, which make up our American existence.