They do most by Books, who could do much without them, and he that chiefly owes himself unto himself, is the substantial Man.

Let age, not envy, draw wrinkles on thy cheeks.

I believe the world grows near its end, yet is neither old nor decayed, nor will ever perish upon the ruins of its own principles.

Many-have too rashly charged the troops of error, and remain as trophies unto the enemies of truth.

Art is the perfection of nature, ... nature is the art of God.

He that unburied lies wants not his hearse, For unto him a tomb's the Universe.

(Death is) A leap into the dark.