The man of life upright has a guiltless heart, free from all dishonest deeds or thought of vanity.

Great men are the commissioned guides of mankind, who rule their fellows because they are wiser.

A man--be the heavens ever praised!--is sufficient for himself.

The deepest depth of vulgarism is that of setting up money as the ark of the covenant.

Is there no God, then, but at best an absentee God, sitting idle, ever since the first Sabbath, at the outside of his Universe?

The devil has his elect.

Friend, hast thou considered the "rugged, all-nourishing earth," as Sophocles well names her; how she feeds the sparrow on the housetop, much more her darling man?