The genius of the Platonists, is intoxicating to the student, yet how few particulars of it can I detach from all their books.

Every heroic act measures itself by its contempt of some external good. But it finds its own success at last, and then the prudent also extol.

In this great society wide lying around us, a critical analysis would find very few spontaneous actions. It is almost all custom and gross sense.

An action is the perfection and publication of thought.

When the literary class betray a destitution of faith, it is not strange that society should be disheartened and sensualized by unbelief.

A cynic can chill and dishearten with a single word.

All vigor is contagious.