Contented saturnine human figures, a dozen or so of them, sitting around a large long table...Perfect equality is to be the rule; no rising or notice taken when anybody enters or leaves. Let the entering man take his place and pipe, without obligatory remarks; if he cannot smoke...let him at least affect to do so, and not ruffle the established stream of things.

Is man’s civilization only a wrappage, through which the savage nature of him can still burst, infernal as ever?

Evil and good are everywhere, like shadow and substance; inseparable (for men) yet not hostile, only opposed.

Love is the only game that is not called on account of darkness.

Virtue is like health: the harmony of the whole man.

In no time whatever can small critics entirely eradicate out of living men's hearts a certain altogether peculiar collar reverence for Great Men--genuine admiration, loyalty, adora-tion.

It is a strange trade that of advocacy. Your intellect, your highest heavenly gift is hung up in the shop window like a loaded pistol for sale.