Too soon did the doctors of the church forget that the heart--the moral nature--was the beginning and the end, and that truth, knowledge, and insight were comprehended in its expansion.

Our own heart, and not other men's opinion, forms our true honor.

Motives by excess reverse their very nature and instead of exciting, stun and stupefy the mind.

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

I have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the aged.

The fancy is indeed no other than a mode of memory emancipated from the order of time and space.

Intellect really exists in its products; its kingdom is here.