No law can be sacred to me but that of my nature.

The sanity of society is a balance of a thousand insanity's.

Truly speaking, it is not instruction, but provocation, that I can receive from another soul. What he announces, I must find true in me, or reject; and on his word, or as his second, be he who he may, I can accept nothing.

Every true man is a cause, a country, and an age; requires infinite spaces and numbers and time fully to accomplish his design;--and posterity seem to follow his steps as a train of clients.

Time dissipates to shining ether the solid angularity of facts.

New York is a sucked orange. All conversation is at an end, when we have discharged ourselves of a dozen personalities, domestic or imported, which make up our American existence.

A poem is made up of thoughts, each of which filled the whole sky of the poet in its turn.