The religion of one seems madness unto another.
Yet is every man his greatest enemy, and, as it were, his own executioner.
I have loved my friends as I do virtue, my soul, my God.
(Death is) A leap into the dark.
They do most by Books, who could do much without them, and he that chiefly owes himself unto himself, is the substantial Man.
There are no grotesques in nature; not anything framed to fill up empty cantons, and unnecessary spaces.