Tis the old secret of the gods that they come in low disguises.

I covet truth; beauty is unripe childhood's cheat; I leave it behind with the games of youth.

Many might go to Heaven with half the labor they go to hell.

Even in the mud and scum of things, something always, always sings.

He in whom the love of repose predominates will accept the first creed, the first philosophy, the first political party he meets — most likely his father's. He gets rest, commodity, and reputation; but he shuts the door of truth.

Prudence is the virtue of the senses. It is the science of appearances. It is the outmost action of the inward life.

A man is known by the books he reads, by the company he keeps, by the praise he gives, by his dress, by his tastes, by his distastes, by the stories he tells, by his gait, by the notion of his eye, by the look of his house, of his chamber; for nothing on earth is solitary but every thing hath affinities infinite.