Spurious prudence, making the senses final, is the god of sots and cowards, and is the subject of all comedy. It is nature's joke, and therefore literature's. True prudence limits this sensualism by admitting the knowledge of an internal and real world.

Wisdom is infused into every form.

He only is a well-made man who has a good determination. And the end of culture is not to destroy this, God forbid! but to train away all impediment and mixture and leave nothing but pure power.

The good rain, like a bad preacher, does not know when to leave off.

Whenever a true theory appears, it will be its own evidence. Its test is, that it will explain all phenomena.

A Frenchman may possibly be clean; an Englishman is conscientiously clean.

Real men don't conform to the beliefs of others, even when society has concluded on what is good and true, but maintain the integrity of their own mind.