I make my own time. I make my own terms. I cannot see how God or Nature can ever get the start of me.
If you would get exercise, go in search of the springs of life.
True kindness is a pure divine affinity, Not founded upon human consanguinity. It is a spirit, not a blood relation, Superior to family and station.
Man flows at once to God when the channel of purity is open.
There is but little virtue in the action of masses of men.
I believe that men are generally still a little afraid of the dark, though the witches are all hung.
Of what use the friendliest disposition even, if there are no hours given to Friendship, if it is forever postponed to unimportant duties and relations? Friendship first, Friendship last.
There is absolutely no common sense, it is common non-sense.
Mythology is the crop which the Old World bore before its soil was exhausted.
You ask particularly after my health. I suppose that I have not many months to live; but, of course, I know nothing about it. I may add that I am enjoying existence as much as ever, and regret nothing.
Who looks in the sun will see no light else; but also he will see no shadow. Our life revolves unceasingly, but the centre is ever the same, and the wise will regard only the seasons of the soul.
We are as much as we see. Faith is sight and knowledge. The hands only serve the eyes.
Men reverence one another, not yet God.
A slight sound at evening lifts me up by the ears, and makes life seem inexpressibly serene and grand. It may be Uranus, or it may be in the shutter.
Nothing is so much to be feared as fear. Atheism may comparatively be popular with God himself.
Will you be a reader, a student merely, or a seer? Read your fate, seewhat isbefore you, and walkon intofuturity.
Every poet has trembled on the verge of science.
Our circumstances answer to our expectations and the demand of our natures.
Men spend the best parts of their lives earning money in order to enjoy a questionable liberty during the least valuable part of it.
The squeaking of the pump sounds as necessary as the music of the spheres.