With respect to duels, indeed, I have my own ideas. Few things in this so surprising world strike me with more surprise. Two little visual spectra of men, hovering with insecure enough cohesion in the midst of the unfathomable, and to dissolve therein, at any rate, very soon, make pause at the distance of twelve paces asunder; whirl around, and simultaneously by the cunningest mechanism, explode one another into dissolution; and, offhand, become air, and non-extant--the little spitfires!

Men seldom, or rather never for a length of time and deliberately, rebel against anything that does not deserve rebelling against.

Secrecy is the element of all goodness; even virtue, even beauty is mysterious.

Worship is transcendent wonder.

For man is not the creature and product of Mechanism; but, in a far truer sense, its creator and producer.

Faith is loyalty to some inspired teacher, some spiritual hero.

Without kindness there can be no true joy.