The dust of controversy is merely the falsehood flying off.

The fine arts once divorcing themselves from truth are quite certain to fall mad, if they do not die.

The suffering man ought really to consume his own smoke; there is no good in emitting smoke till you have made it into fire.

What I loved in the man was his health, his unity with himself; all people and all things seemed to find their quite peaceable adjustment with him, not a proud domineering one, as after doubtful contest, but a spontaneous-looking peaceable, even humble one.

The cut of a garment speaks of intellect and talent and the color of temperament and heart.

Woe to him that claims obedience when it is not due; woe to him that refuses it when it is.

I don't pretend to understand the Universe - it's a great deal bigger than I am.