A man's perfection is his work.

Clean undeniable right, clear undeniable might: either of these once ascertained puts an end to battle. All battle is a confused experiment to ascertain one and both of these.

Trust not the heart of that man for whom old clothes are not venerable.

And man's little Life has Duties that are great, that are alone great, and go up to Heaven and down to Hell.

Books are a triviality. Life alone is great.

There is no heroic poem in the world but is at bottom a biography, the life of a man.

Thou fool! Nature alone is antique, and the oldest art a mushroom; that idle crag thou sittest on is six thousand years of age.