The world is his who can see through its pretension.

The "times," "the age" what is that, but a few profound persons and a few active persons who epitomize the times?

Whatever limits us we call fate.

But we need not fear that we can lose any thing by the progress of the soul. The soul may be trusted to the end.

I can find my biography in every fable that I read.

Without the great arts which speak to the sense of beauty, a man seems to me a poor, naked, shivering creature. These are his becoming draperies, which warm and adorn him.

Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it well and serenely