There is hope in extravagance, there is none in routine.

We talk of choosing our friends, but friends are self-elected.

The hearing ear is always found close to the speaking tongue.

The hearing ear is always found close to the speaking tongue; and no genius can long or often utter anything which is not invited and gladly entertained by men around him.

The craft with which the world is made runs also into the mind and character of men. No man is quite sane; each has a vein of folly in his composition, a slight determination of blood to the head, to make sure of holding him hard to some one point which Nature has taken to heart.

A man should have a farm or a mechanical craft for his culture. We must have a basis for our higher accomplishments, our delicate entertainments of poetry and philosophy, in the work of our hands.

Ne te quaesiveris extra." (Do not seek for things outside of yourself)