For man is not the creature and product of Mechanism; but, in a far truer sense, its creator and producer.

He who cannot withal keep his mind to himself cannot practice any considerable thing whatsoever.

Are not our greatest men as good as lost? The men that walk daily among us, warming us, feeding us, walk shrouded in darkness, mere mythic men.

Perfect ignorance is quiet, perfect knowledge is quiet; not so the transition from the former to the latter.

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

Isolation is the sum total of wretchedness to a man.

No man is born without ambitious worldly desires.