Is not, indeed, every man a student, and do not all things exist for the student's behoof?

The compensations of calamity are made apparent to the understanding also, after long intervals of time.

It is a capital blunder; as you discover, when another man recites his charities.

I cannot find language of sufficient energy to convey my sense of the sacredness of private integrity.

Go oft to the house of thy friend, for weeds choke the unused path.

Nature: She pardons no mistakes. Her yea is yea, and her nay, nay.

A man of thought must feel the thought that is parent of the universe: that the masses of nature do undulate and flow.