Even in the meanest sorts of labor, the whole soul of a man is composed into a kind of real harmony the instant he sets himself to work.
Nothing is more terrible than activity without insight.
A person with half volition goes backwards and forwards, but makes no progress on even the smoothest of roads.
The sincere alone can recognize sincerity.
Man is emphatically a proselytizing creature.
What you see, but can't see over is as good as infinite.