Dreams have a poetic integrity and truth. This limbo and dust-hole of thought is presided over by a certain reason, too.

Nature has made up her mind that what cannot defend itself shall not be defended.

The law of nature is alternation for evermore. Each electrical state superinduces the opposite. The soul environs itself with friends, that it may enter into a grander self-acquaintance or solitude; and it goes alone for a season, that it may exalt its conversation or society.

Each philosopher, each bard, each actor has only done for me, as by a delegate, what one day I can do for myself.

All things are moral; and in their boundless changes have an unceasing reference to spiritual nature.

Criticism should not be querulous and wasting, all knife and root-puller, but guiding, instructive, inspiring, a south wind, not an east wind.

People that seem so glorious are all show; underneath they are like everyone else.