No man does anything from a single motive.

Heart-chilling superstition! thou canst glaze even Pity's eye with her own frozen tear.

The first great requisite is absolute sincerity. Falsehood and disguise are miseries and misery-makers.

No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher.

So will I build my altar in the fields, And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be, And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields Shall be the incense I will yield to thee.

To most men experience is like the stern lights of a ship, which illuminate only the track it has passed.

Motives are symptoms of weakness, and supplements for the deficient energy of the living principle, the law within us. Let them then be reserved for those momentous acts and duties in which the strongest and best-balanced natures must feel themselves deficient, and where humility no less than prudence prescribes deliberation.