Every thing admonishes us how needlessly long life is.

We boil at different degrees.

People disparage knowing and the intellectual life, and urge doing. I am content with knowing, if only I could know.

God said, I am tired of kings, I suffer them no more; Up to my ear this morning brings The outrage of the poor.

If speculation tends thus to a terrific unity, in which all things are absorbed, action tends directly back to diversity. The first is the course or gravitation of mind; the second is the power of nature. Nature is manifold. The unity absorbs, and melts or reduces. Nature opens and creates. These two principles reappear and interpenetrate all things, all thought; the one, the many.

People only see what they are prepared to see.

Why should we assume the faults of our friend, or wife, or father, or child, because they sit around our hearth, or are said to have the same blood?