Silence is the eternal duty of man.

To the wisest man, wide as is his vision. Nature remains of quite infinite depth, of quite infinite expansion and all experience thereof limits itself to some few computed centuries and measured square miles.

No violent extreme endures.

Pin your faith to no ones sleeves, haven't you two eyes of your own.

Thought, true labor of any kind, highest virtue itself, is it not the daughter of Pain?

A poor creature who has said or done nothing worth a serious man taking the trouble of remembering.

The hell of these days is the fear of not getting along, especially of not making money.