A man finds room in the few square inches of the face for the traits of all his ancestors; for the expression of all his history, and his wants.

Very idle is all curiosity concerning other people's estimate of us, and all fear of remaining unknown is not less so.

Let the soul be assured that somewhere in the universe it should rejoin its friend, and it would be content and cheerful alone for a thousand years.

Divine persons are character born, or, to borrow a phrase from Napoleon, they are victory organized.

Men have sometimes exchanged names with their friends, as if they would signify that in their friend each loved his own soul.

Solitary converse with nature; for thence are ejaculated sweet and dreadful words never uttered in libraries. Ah! the spring days, the summer dawns, and October woods!

Every man is as lazy as he dares to be.