Plato is philosophy, and philosophy, Plato,--at once the glory and the shame of mankind, since neither Saxon nor Roman have availed to add any idea to his categories.

The soul of God is poured into the world through the thoughts of men.

Sleep is not, death is not; Who seem to die Live. House you were born in, Friends of your spring-time, old man and young maid, Day's toil and it's guerdon, They are all vanishing, Fleeing to fables, Cannot be moored

The State is our neighbors; our neighbors are the State.

Cities give us collision. 'Tis said, London and New York take the nonsense out of a man.

The soul lets no man go without some visitations and holy-days of a diviner presence.

Health is the first muse, and sleep is the condition to produce it.