In imitation is a bit suicide.

Every man is as lazy as he dares to be.

Never self-possessed, or prudent, love is all abandonment.

Philosophically considered, the universe is composed of Nature and the Soul.

But what is classification but the perceiving that these objects are not chaotic, and are not foreign, but have a law which is also the law of the human mind?

It is the privilege of any human work which is well done to invest the doer with a certain haughtiness. He can well afford not to conciliate, whose faithful work will answer for him.

Truth is handsomer than the affectation of love. Your goodness must have some edge to it, else it is none.