Some natures are too good to be spoiled by praise.

The human body is a magazine of inventions, the patent office, where are the models from which every hint is taken. All the tools and engines on earth are only extensions of its limbs and senses.

There is a property in the horizon which no man has, but he whose eyes can integrate all the parts,--that is, the poet.

The finest wits have their sediment.

If you maintain a dead church, contribute to a dead Bible-society, vote with a great party either for the government or against it, spread your table like base housekeepers, - under all these screens I have diffuculty to detect the precise man you are: and of course so much force is withdrawn from your proper life. But do your work and I shall know you. Do your work, and you shall reinforce yourself. A man must consider what a blind-man's bluff is this game of conformity. If I know your sect I anticipate your argument.

Man exists for his own sake and not to add a laborer to the State.

The soul lets no man go without some visitations and holy-days of a diviner presence.