The power of love, as the basis of a State, has never been tried. Solitude, the safeguard of mediocrity. Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of our own mind. Money, which represents the prose of life, and which is hardly spoken of in parlors without an apology, is, in its effects and laws, as beautiful as roses. Nature is a mutable cloud, which is always and never the same.
Nature hates calculators.
Condense some daily experience into a glowing symbol, and an audience is electrified. To the poet, to the philosopher, to the saint, all things are friendly and sacred, all events profitable, all days holy, all men divine. The imbecility of men is always inviting the impudence of power. Finish each day before you begin the next, and interpose a solid wall of sleep between the two. This you cannot do without temperance.