A man perfects himself by working.

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

Goethe's devil is a cultivated personage and acquainted with the modern sciences; sneers at witchcraft and the black art even while employing them, and doubts most things, nay, half disbelieves even his own existence.

Tell a person they are brave and you help them become so.

Macaulay is well for awhile, but one wouldn't live under Niagara.

Action hangs, as it were, dissolved in speech, in thoughts whereof speech is the shadow; and precipitates itself therefrom. The kind of speech in a man betokens the kind of action you will get from him.

Books are a triviality. Life alone is great.