There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherein he that cannot read may read our natures.

Light is but the shadow of God.

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

A man may be in as just possession of the truth as of a city, and yet be forced to surrender.

The created World is but a small Parenthesis in Eternity.

There is no man alone, because every man is a Microcosm, and carries the whole world about him.

I am the happiest man alive. I have that in me that can convert poverty to riches, adversity to prosperity, and I am more invulnerable than Archilles; Fortune hath not one place to hit me.