The domestic man, who loves no music so well as his kitchen clock, and the airs which the logs sing to him as they burn on the hearth, has solaces which others never dream of.

As we are, so we do; and as we do, so is it done to us; we are the builders of our fortunes.

Happy will that house be in which the relations are formed from character; after the highest, and not after the lowest order; the house in which character marries, and not confusion and a miscellany of unavowable motives.

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.

I have no hostility to nature, but a child's love to it. I expand and live in the warm day like corn and melons.

If you believe in the soul, do not clutch at sensual sweetness before it is ripe on the slow tree of cause and effect.

Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind. Absolve you to yourself, and you shall have the suffrage of the world.