The burden of the incommunicable.

The mere understanding, however useful and indispensable, is the meanest faculty in the human mind and the most to be distrusted.

It is an impressive truth that sometimes in the very lowest forms of duty, less than which would rank a man as a villain, there is, nevertheless the sublimest ascent of self-sacrifice. To do less would class you as an object of eternal scorn, to do so much presumes the grandeur of heroism.

War has a deeper and more ineffable relation to hidden grandeurs in man than has yet been deciphered.

No man will ever unfold the capacities of his own intellect who does not at least checker his life with solitude.

All parts of knowledge have their origin in metaphysics, and finally, perhaps, revolve into it.

Kings should disdain to die, and only disappear.